One day, A patch of cloud Broke free and set out. Riding the wings Of the friendly breeze. Curly and dark, Like your beautiful locks, It came and curled around the sun; Just like your locks lay Spread out over my face One day. One day, A chance encounter At the riverfront. You and I, Not a soul around. Our eyes conversed Before the lips engaged. The smile, Playing on your lips, Attempting to break free Of the shroud of shyness; Like the sun Peeping from behind the blob of cloud; It's rays, a sparkle on the waters Just like your smile Had dazzled me, One day.
Poem Copyright Goutam Dutta