Caress her tresses
And feel the mystery
That she hides behind
Her braided beauty,
Each curve of the silky hair
Protects a secret
Wrapped in the black tress
As she divulges in duty,
Caress her tresses
To get closer to the piece of
The tangled, puzzle maze
One that will open a window
With each untangled layer
And somewhere deep within,
While you keep caressing,
You will hear a murmur
Of gratitude in silence
And then you will feel saturated
To have willows smiling
At you from the tresses.
–VRINDA MISHRA
