An Ode to a Girl

To her who can –

evoke a smile for no reason;
hand a ‘happy high’ sans spirits;
yet with her single glimpse raise…
sky-high a dead man’s spirits;

To her who can –

with her beauty set even a stoic heart aflutter,
and make the most articulate tongue stutter;
bring spring to a barren soul,
and by just being herself, delight, excite and unite –

I make this ode.

Rajbehra Cub Bandhavgarh Tigga Tales Blog



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