Your smile resonates the springs on fleek
Slow, yet charming blossoms it carry;

Those lips wilting delights,
Tender it sways
On loose laughs of yours.
I must concede oh love,
Lastly for once-
If revealed to the skies
Shall it hold you in embrace,
Even the wind would mind
If not it could sweep in!

© Neena Baby Mundackal