My Poems 

                      The Great Mystery

        The sweet song of nimble nightingale is a mystery,
        The soothing sight of crimson cloud is a mystery,

        The muffled murmur of bubbling brook is a mystery,
        The frolicking fragrance of jolly jasmine is a mystery,

        The silent sound of whisking wind is a mystery,
        The fluttering flakes of surrendering snow is a mystery,

        The mesmerising mascara on endearing eyes is a mystery,
        The clinging clasp on tempting tresses is a mystery,

        The tantalizing talk of comely companion is a mystery,
        The tingling touch of fumbling fingers is a mystery,

        Nothing is more mystifying and intensely intriguing than
        The burgeoning butterflies of latent love.


 24th Sept.,   2001