Petals of rose gently crushed
A hint of sandal, a bit of musk
Smoky charcoal lines her eyes
Every bit exotic as Indian spice.
Delicate ornaments of gold and silver
Ornate designs he cannot decipher,
Jasmine strands adorn her plaits
And silken robes sway with grace.
He sat there, watching her agape
She walks past him, to his dismay
He reaches for her, she goes weak in the knees
She embraces her son and the tears cease.
Ananya.N.S©
Ananya Nidamangala Srinivasa 
Dear Ananya, a really nice poem which touched the heart. Keep it up.
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Thank you sir!
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Ananya, When I first saw ur sketch I fell in love with it… then I saw ur poem … and I fell head over heels in love with it!!! GodBless U with loads of talent always💖
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Haha thank you aunty! 🙂
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You caught me in wrong foot Kanna.
Bright idea&thoughtful poem.I like your style. Well done. Thatha & pati.
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Thank you 🙂
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Ananya you are an artist. I am Udita from ahmedabad – a circler. Love to see your drawings and loved reading your poem…
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Thank you aunty!
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Beautiful drawing and writing,,, the words flows through,,wow!!! Best wishes
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Dear ananya u r a great artist keep up the good work many more to come …god bless u
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Beautiful as always ananya!!!I love the Lil suspense at the end of each poem of urs..
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