There
she was
below the boughs of a tree
a peasant girl
of mesmerising beauty
Her magical eyes enhancing it
With her cows at graze
on a sultry day
she stood tacit and naive
He,smiling at her with felicity
she,shying away with a veil.
Her disheveled hair,
moved with a fervency,
trying in vain
to disenthrall her.
The sunset hindered the joy
she had hitherto.
She moved hesitantly
Reckoning to see him the next day
