I want to see your smiles always ,
One finds hidden treasure in your face;
numerous diamonds one can trace,
As your childhood frock with lace!
Let me know what I must improve
Use words sensible, you do approve ;
Echo syllables dipped in honey trough
Smearing richly with powdered clove!
Journey’s script is though through ruts,
Peeping reefs ,combating colum swets;
pearls of grassy spikes on morning wet;
My fears by smiles are suddenly swept!
Shama Sinha 10.1.’21