deep mystical eyes with bronzed skin-
silk sari with shades of green,
draping it around, she did preen.
encircling thin golden chain
on her waist added to the sheen.
movement so graceful, fluidly flowing.
hair raven-black, wavy, cascading,
lights from amber sunset, flickering;
richness of her attire, gleaming;
happiness within her sparkling
suddenly her joy was under attack.
every plan of hers went awry, off track
she slipped, almost damaging her back.
now laying on her bed, her mood so black,
gnawing her lower lip looked at an almanac!
It is a true account. Kind of narcissistic, isn't it? For three days, I could not move from my bed.
*Update: This happened a long time ago. Now my back is perfectly ok. With regular walks and Exercise.
Do ride the Monday Poetry Train