Dimpled With Doubt

Your smile disappeared behind your dupatta

Like the Sun going behind a cloud

Oh, such magnificence

Not easily hidden, senorita!

Rose petals bloom beneath your rosy feet

The daffodils dance to the breeze of

Your sigh

Is this your garden, or are you the garden's?

Pray tell me not, for it matters not

The spring in my heart has begun

Buttercups have raised their heads

Old oaks whisper gracious odes

Like old gentlemen of past

To your radiance; your gloriousness

Blushing birds take flight

Dimpled with doubt, a crescent on your lips

Loamy earthy soil fiercely squabbles with rose petals

Over who will adorn your feet?

You bend down

And come up with a young, dead plant

Alas, the good die young!

Eyes filled with sorrow, your heart beating with grief

Rooted to the spot, I stand there

A blink of an eye

And oh my! She's sprightly again!

Even the plant asks

"Fair maiden, be you not sent from the heavens?"

　

Winding and wandering

Through the thorny bushes and nettle stings

That snag on her dress and cause her distress

Making her pout(a marvellous pout indeed!)

Yet gently lowering her watering spout

I thirst

To drink from her till my heart's content

Swaying gently in the breeze

Of her gentle sigh

I wait for her

And her dupatta.

　

　

Author's Note

Dupatta is an indian term for the clothing labelled as "stole" :)

Reviews

[B]

This beyond amazing
the romance of you looking at her

I find such peace in the way you see her

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem.
To drink from her till my heart's content
"Swaying gently in the breeze
Of her gentle sigh
I wait for her
And her dupatta."
The words were alive and vibrant and you create good vision and place. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Irenic]

captivating poem which made the rainbow of affection.

very nice.

thanks for sharing :)

[Lavender Soya]

Simply captivating, the emotions are palpable. :-)

[CaillenJames]

You are truly touched by Erato.

This is a beautiful poem. Well done.

[Ruth]

Told in such a manner that it enchants the heart! Wow...so beautiful :)

[Ishita Dixit]

Duppatas can kill, alright!
I loved the flow and imagery.
Beautiful as always and sincerely romantic.

[Tks]

Thank you for stopping by, Ishita :) it's been awhile since you uploaded some new pieces..can I look forward to new writing from you soon? Hit me up with a read request! Have a good day ahead!

[Ishita Dixit]

No new writing until May, unfortunately.
My exams are about to begin and the preparations are keeping me occupied.
But of course, will hit you with a request as soon as I upload new stuff. :)

[Ishita Dixit]

Btw...your opinion about my last work till date, ' Where Art Thou', is pending! ;)

[anne]

Even the plant asks
"Fair maiden, be you not sent from the heavens?"...beauty, beauty and beauty...:))

[ANTO]

I saw a beautiful enchantress - a wonderful sorceress who has truly the power of life and death and compassion - i saw the evil thorns try to hold her back from her duties The dupatta is the night when she can become corporeal and dally with a lover who waits...
The word 'senorita' seemed inconsistent with the rest of the write Tks - thats my only fault with this silken robe of a write. Enchanting !

[dan]

I took 10 minutes trying to find the definition of dupatta...then I come down here and find that you have been trying to teach me the meaning...down here. (Duh!...that means "I'm dumb!") To make this quick, this write is simply wonderful. So relaxing, hushed...like a babbling brook meandering through a meadow or wooded patch...so tranquil. There are many great lines in this but the one that stood out most for me was, "Is it your garden, or are you the garden's?" Brilliant...and that's just one of many that make this a memorable write. This one's going into my library. Outstanding! take care...dan