No one can ever see this damsel, without taking a second glance. Well-mannered and educated, Radhika is like a ring in men's fingers, sent from Cupid, the God of Love
with her silver-coloured feathers
embracing the breezes and smiles
one in a million
when it comes to picking women
like grapes, out of the baskets in the marketplace
a Living Cinderella
spurning with her dimpled smiles
with a world well-spelt out in its ambience
a ring thrown down by Cupid
to us all fingers-who bother to wear
and to those who don't
a race, meant to be won
by one soul that is enthusiastic
but it's set for all
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-04-26 at 11:49
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Radhika
a songbird on the oak treewith her silver-coloured feathers
embracing the breezes and smiles
one in a million
when it comes to picking women
like grapes, out of the baskets in the marketplace
a Living Cinderella
spurning with her dimpled smiles
with a world well-spelt out in its ambience
a ring thrown down by Cupid
to us all fingers-who bother to wear
and to those who don't
a race, meant to be won
by one soul that is enthusiastic
but it's set for all
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
Read 537 times
Written on 2006-04-26 at 11:49
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