The Village Girl

I saw you striking the pose,
Or maybe you tried,
With those blissful eyes,
Pausing at the tiny device.

The cheeks burnt for the brunt of the sun,
Filled up with blisters instead of the smoothness one savours for,
But unfettered you were,
Least interested in what the skin did fare.

The lips smeared with rashes,
Trying hard to kiss one another,
But you showed no sign of grudges,
Perhaps being used to those nudges.

The hands confident of a striking pose,
That similiar to the city girl,
Perhaps even similiar the dreams,
O girl,can you reach the limits of  its beams?

The legs stronger than them,
But for the cracks edging out the toes,
Like a dry passage,
Reaching an undelivered message,

But, O Geeta,I fell for you,
For those mischievous eyes,
For that parody of pose,
For those blisters,so even the cracks.

For i found what i never found all over here at your age,
The pumping breast breathing for me in disguise,
Letting me smell you,kiss you and caress you
Like me your mother and you my only child

O Geeta,do you not remember,
The way you dusted my pants,
When the ground misbehaved with me?
It was you who hit the dirt to clean my mud.

That, my shona, reached the zenith of my love towards you,
I let my lips overcome your blisters,
Seal your cracks with my silent kisses,
For you i would be swept away a thousand times!

O my village girl,you have a heart of gold,
For only you truly realised my innocent ways,
And treated me like your child,
Yes,you did that and blessed me but with your love....

The little village girl,Geeta wept silent tears,
When i passed the streets of kolkatta.......for me?Yes...
ami akhon dekhchi tumar dil,tume maya karigese,amar Geeta....love..