That One Night

She lay there watching,
Couples enjoying their wonderful night,
waltzing away to glory were they,
O! It was a wonderful sight.

Her beauty could allure anyone,
She was just too perfect
on her were the eyes of every bloke,
A lady every lad would expect.

Entered a lad equally handsome,
the one for the perfect lovely woman
Blue eyed and blond haired,
He looked like an alluring Roman.

He knelt down and gestured her to dance,
happily she started a blip,
and their eyes met and they danced apace,
in each other's eyes they did slip.

They waltzed and swung their way to limelight,
seeing them some did bless,
yet many did blather,
and to the blather they did not address.

They tangoed till late that night
and ended their ball with kiss,
they found in each other, the magical love,
a new found, much awaited bliss.

The Romeo fell on his knees
And asked, "Will you marry me?"
The lady did hesitate,
But later said, “So shall it be”.

Story of a Girl

An angel brought down from heaven-
To earth, is a girl child
Born at the call of the morning seven,
Touch those tiny fingers so mild.

Dressed in bright baby pink,
she hops around happily,
in every bloke's mind; her beauty does sink
as she grows up swiftly.

As a young girl she does blather
Her innocence still glowing
Her age, it does matter,
As her thoughts are indeed blazing.

A young women, she beautifies the angel
on her are the eyes of every bloke.
Admiring her graze, with her they do mingle
on their graze they do choke.

Her beauty drives her for marriage
when she meets her Mr. Perfect- And
she drives away with him in a carriage,
Life is half done when they go hand in hand.

She glows with something beyond happiness
as she is blessed with an angel.
The baby girl is also joyous
as she grows up to break the shell.

Lady's years pass quicker,
as her daughter grows up into a fine little girl,
the years have rolled, the lady has got sicker
and the girl has grown into a beautiful pearl.

The lady's history repeats for her daughter
as the pearl grows out of the oyster,
and the lady's life grown shorter,
the daughter's Mr. Perfect, a handsome mister.

The marriage becomes a grand event;
the bride looking acme,
as many a penny spent
And Happiness in front of them lay.

Old folks say history repeats itself
as for the lady now, she is dead,
the daughter, will not pity herself
for the lady now rests in bed.