Poem | Until we meet again, the cheerful girl-‘Bimla’

Until we meet again, the cheerful girl-'Bimla'

By Preetty Chambugong Marak

I met a girl once, cheerful and full of hopes,

She smiled at me and walked in a rush

She looked innocent, with a sparkle in her eye

With a messy hair, lean figure, cheeks with natural blush

I wonder from where she belongs.

The cottage nearby or miles furlong

I met the same girl the other day, cheerful and full of hopes,

Selling garland of flowers in the streets,

She looked innocent, she looked fresh

With a loud voice, dry lips, wiping her sweat

I wonder if she is hungry, or seeking for treats

I called the girl near and asked her name,

She smiled at me; in a husky tone, she said it's 'Bimla'

She looked innocent, with a sparkle in her eye

With a messy hair, lean figure, cheeks with natural blush

I asked her, from where she belongs?

Without uttering a word, she disappeared somewhere in crowded rush.

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