Martyr of her dimplesA Poem by ZeeShanTribute to her dimples that were once crafted and living.People have fallen the victim of her smile and I became the martyr of her crafted dimples. Every sight of them landed me to the eternal oceans, this is her world. I see no land, no man neither the sign, I see myself drowning deep into them. Mind not me being mean to depict this ocean because I wish to keep it a secret all I discovered under the beds.
But my heart wants to say it all. I felt the sweet aroma of her existence, I witnessed the tides rejoicing, I see the marines in peace, and I see the piranhas in love.
I see the nocturnal moon lighting her phiz. I see the water getting thirsty praising her, Such is the ocean in her smirk.
I have a prayer to make, God! Get me drown somewhere too deep and make me the guardian of her gestures. So that I can pay her gratifications for making me the martyr of her crafted dimples.
© 2016 ZeeShanAuthor's Note
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