TURKISH DELIGHT OR A SERAPH !

 

 

Seraph , in her disguise

walks amidst the crowded street,

In the lanes of the souq,

Where Turkish lamps lit…

 

Around the corner,was a  shop,

diffused  from where ,the fragrance of incense strong

A perfume of jasmine doused

The restless minds of the bazaar…

She waded quickly through the mob,

Her zardosi robe was kissing the ground since long…

 

A sudden strong gush of wind,

blew her veil

 a glimpse,I saw…

for the heaven too couldn’t hide,

The beauty of the divine …

  Flowing golden cascade of hair,

The mesmerizing dark kohl eyes

 

…

The green sapphire sparkled on her hand

beautiful earrings dangled to kiss the strands

An aura luminous reflected beside

The darkest alley became white and bright…

 

And lo! She flew like an angel,

Vanishing in the group of people,

Impatiently I looked for her,

to have a glance

to feel the breeze,

but the grey clouds moved hurriedly,

covering the radiant moon placidly…