A SOLITARY THINKER
Stop and observe, what the highland lass is
doing. Looking sad and sullen!! Why sitting alone?
In the foothills of isle, her curly hair
Falling from head like a fountain flowing from a mountain-
Standing forlorn.
Her appearance is glimmering through the winter twilight from the glowing golden ball
Looking like a piece of art hanging on the wall for display in the exhibition hall
The chirping and twittering birds are hastily retreating towards their nests
And her warmth and emotions moving towards her eyes from the breast.
She is expressing her aspirations, desires, ambitions and thoughts through eyes
Flowing from heart spontaneously the love, she preserved for her guy
She stockpiles empathy and wants to share every care for her would -be husband
Longing for the union of hearts, yearning for the union of bodies and minds
But her eyes speak that her physical body is the least important than her mind and soul are
Meant for procreation but not for sexual recreation following the process of wear and tear
She will not allow her man to abuse her body
And abandon her after getting satisfaction
Like throwing away the empty bottle of wine after undergoing consumption.
She wants to be a perfect woman of quintessential beauties
Possessing in her all the essential traits of divine qualities
She wants to be a phenomenal woman but not beautiful as man expects from her.
Imbibing all the qualities like confidence cooperation and courage to become a rising star
To make herself able to walk shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand with her fiance
