SILHOUETTE
Suddenly a very familiar figure, at dusk I saw;
Thought I, " is it really her, or is it a visual flaw ?"
Beautiful, lean with tresses very long, she used to be !
But knew my heart, as it throbbed aloud, " it is she," I said with glee.
Her silhouette that I cherished in my memory was perhaps long gone;
The colourful maiden I knew, was now grey n fawn.
A plump figure I saw, most unlike her; yet I knew it was her !
On seeing this silhouette, deep within me there was a stir.
Changed with years had the silhouette I lovingly carried.
Yes, it was indeed the very same person, I cherished !!!
Now she emerged, in a different figure, form and shape;
But how would that matter; her heart was the same; body had a different shape
Ran across I did, to take her in my loving arms.
My very own silhouette, with her many virtues n charm.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
