Her Spell

It is almost three days,

I haven’t seen her face,

Thoughts running through my mind, in case,

She has left this place.
 

I never had the guts to speak,

Looking at her, my knees went weak,

Her body so slender and sleek,

I wished that I could stare at her for weeks.
 

Should have told her at least once,

Think, I have missed my chance,

Just her one meteoric glance,

And I am in a trance.
 

I wondered did she ever knew,

That she made my mind blew,

Should have made attempts a few,

At least, should have said adieu.
 

It’s the fourth day today,

Dejected, I plodded away,

Suddenly on the other side of the way,

A familiar face I see and stay.
 

God! Is she aware, past three days I have gone through hell,

One sight of her and I almost fell…

The blowing wind brought to me her pleasant smell,

And yes! again, I am under her spell.

Reviews

[Sarah King]

Perfect, keep on writing. you got talent in it. the rhythm was cool.

[Neha Sharma]

Thank you. :)

[Willard Wells]

"That she made my mind blew," "blow"

NIce work. Good flow and great imagery, I was hoping the best for you when she came back. Fear is man's enemy and a women can put fear in a man.

[Neha Sharma]

Thank you. It is kind of an interior monologue about wistful 'past' reminiscences, hence blew and not blow. Yes, certainly a woman is capable of doing that, I would concede as I myself being one. :) It is just a figment of imagination though. Thank you once again. :)

[Willard Wells]

I reread it and I get what you are saying.