With an oval face
and curly locks in a grace
eyes in blue glowing in amaze
nose sharp in grace
and aquiline in place
chin rounded in trace
and cheeks glowing ablaze
the little girl descended in a brace
walked past me in a glaze
smiling pleasantly in a gaze
winning all hearts in a daze
with a wave of ace
beauty and cheer in base
dying to know in haste
who she was in real
went across in speed
to catch her in stead
she vanished
like an apparition
no sooner than a second.
Meenas Poems 