the whiffs of marigold,roses and the faint incense
the sights,sound and the vision
remain etched on my mindscape
how gently you would scoop me in your arms
as I would nuzzle in your long neck and fragrant chignon
the sparkling,starched and crisp six yards of elegance
sashayed around you so gracefully
and that comforting,calming smile on petals of your lips
cascading down from the fish shaped eyes
the slender tapering artistic fingers
ruefully tucking the stubborn locks behind the pear shaped ears
while narrating a tale of nymphs,fairies and wonders
just like the ethereal hint of a presence you were to me
the enveloping hug of your blissful lap
and watching your lotus feet as they went around the floors of time
the trance like enigma that you were
was understood by me
when innocence gave way to experience,
and the light of ignorance was replaced by the darkness of reason
MA,you are no dream,you are my blessed reality.
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