Poetry

Satyendra, 12 december 2011

Maya

More sweet than honey,
More expensive than money.
More beautiful than a star,
And more ferocious than a war.

Innocent and pure deep in heart,
Always heading for a start.
Hard to believe, you are a dream come true,
Ever ready and volatile to go through.

Possessing pious choice of beautiful raiment,
Authoritative to claim even the farthest end.
Competent enough to pave your ways through,
No one admiring, ever happens to get a clue.

Did you think ‘Maya’, we talked of a star,
You, you are the star, but you happen to be too far.
Never ever you happen to get a blue or a scar,
Anyway my best wishes, are and are with you my star.

Satyendra Seth