In your hand-carved slender neck
He dangles like a moon
Pearls of your necklace sing his song
Do you ever hear it and swoon?
In seclusion, he lives in colony of love
Holding your moments so pure
You look someone else, yet smile for him
You don’t love him, are you so sure?
O beauty of dawn, dressed in pristine pink
There is no need to go to him
But please break those cranky doors
There he stands for you with bated breath
Will you ever sail with him across uncharted shores?
– Prashant
Small City Thinker 