Natarajan Ramaseshan - 'She'

When
she smiles
an unblemished morning flower
unfolds.

When
she strides
softly and gently flows the
southerly breeze.

When
she speaks
the sweet music of
flute and lute are
afloat.

When
she looks
my heart leaps,
mind races
and
thoughts vanish.

Natarajan Ramaseshan

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