A brilliant baby born,
in a family unknown
an innocent girl fair,
akin to divine nectar
a blazing beam of hope,
token of joy to family members
Naming function deferred,
till a time auspicious
an apt name assigned,
baby nectar, so precious
Infancy, toddler age,
childhood passed in excel
at puberty turned into a
grown up young damsel
Leisurely I attempted,
had a scope to explore
a task too carping, yet
dissected up to d’ core
Plays with one’s emotion,
sets aside his innocence
pair of her shining eyes,
try to spy innate patience
No virtues ever visible,
could it be pious nectar!
unsure of her ventures,
casted not in character
a boon to turn immortal,
but an iota of it butchers,
number of upright punter
No light luminescent,
to dispel dense darkness
no glittering ray of hope
in sea of despair desolate
only annihilating γ-rays
drill into infinite depth,
begets limitless burns,
and devastating death
Not a lotus, no tender petals,
an octopus with hefty tentacles
hugging not expected of her,
only can strangle and throttle
seems sober, can be ruinous,
dither not to ditch a righteous
Slyly opened her blog in my pc,
with sketch of an easel stand
granted an option to me,
to precisely understand
gone far beyond toponin,
cytokine, flow-cytometry,
monoclonal antibodies,
immuno-histochemistry
From physical image in mirror,
not feasible to assess d’ beauty
concern for sufferer computed,
empathy can reckon one pretty
her history revealed no clues,
of little care for human values
not all princesses dress in pink,
few put on blue socks that stink
I’m anonymous, unknown,
engrossed in mini creation
destiny made us meet,
in an offbeat situation
a pleasant surprise for me,
obscure, unclear, hidden
must be a purposeful,
pithy approximation
Still I believe,
in my slow pace life,
she was a divine boon
anguish of her departure,
made me an amateur poet soon
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