When I see you.....

jupinderjit singh

When I see you walking down the road
a smile comes to me that is most broad
I thank Him for giving me the eye sight
to behold such marvelous creation of His delight

and a tear too wells up
for, my inability to sculpt
the contours and the curves
the shin and the chin
the thighs and the face held so high
but I could just sigh
that God didn't make me a sculptor
to show you yourself - His best marvel
in the most superbly carved marble;

or, I wish I were a painter
to put on canvass somehow
a dash of heavenly color
of your radiance and glow
and draw and shape
those peaks behind the silky drape
and the luscious curvaceous lips
the oceans of rose honey
And you don't let a single drop dip

I feel sad and sigh
that I am not a painter to paint god's own child
and receive few of those drops as a generous tip;

When I hear you speak
I wish I was the greatest musician ever
to compose the finest tune and song
ever made to express
the music that develops
when the wind moves at your sight
And moan in pure virgin delight
at it's luck to touch you and caress;

And the universe would have echoed that song of love
and showered petals and nectar
to come down with torrents of rain
and quench the parched lips
of the earth, trees and the dove;

When I feel your soft flesh
and tender soul
I wish I were the magician of words
to weave out from the sky
dancing lyrics to explain why
you were the purest and loveliest of all
and yet the most humble and shy
Or juggle out
a play of words in such poetic art
the genre, the rhyme, the depth, the flow in one person's voice
as it comes in such voice and rhythm from your heart;

But Alas! I am none of those
to sculpt or paint or to compose
the sheer presence before me
of God's own child
her heavy breaths, soft moans,
crimson cheeks and eyes shining bright
but I do bow at His generous delight
in letting an unworthy commoner have your glimpse and a small peep
before I close my eyes and pass peacefully in eternal sleep.

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