To wait at the crossing to glimpse her silhouette,
To see her hair flutter across her face
And tenderly I imagine, brushing it aside.
Her satin dress caressing her toes;
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I thought the heroine was blind instead of being dumb! That would have explained better why she was carrying a stick always! Or did you deliberately tried to conceal her real handicap? Any way I got a jolt when I came to the end of your story! I could follow this beauty everywhere...... near the pond where water lilies grow, the orange tree, the sprawling fields.... that's the gift of good poetry.... the ability to take the reader along! A sure 10
Initially I thought you used the words 'vocally dumb' just to suggest that he couldn't express his love in words. Your note at the end helped here. A good poem where again you have concealed the truth till the concluding stanzas.
Nice one Roop I thought its a fairy god mother looking for her magic wand (stick) We can't command our heart to choose whom to love and be love..we can feel pity but love is another story.Just give him your advice if they are meant to be love will finds a way..
A touchy one of the dumb and the blind. Feeling of the person expressed nicely. But vocally dumb! ! ! ! ! ! ?
Mystified, I walk miles across the fields to watch; Obsessed to gaze this beauty, to my heart’s core; Tussled my courage, scrapped my fear, To confess my love for her. “Can you find my stick? I cannot see.” My vision blurred; and… Time stood still for me. i am taken up by your desire to go to her and see her. That is a mystery for me only to find at the end that she needs you. very poetic expressions throughout my dear Roopa. thank you very much.