Sunday Poem By Pradeep Biswal

LOLITA

She’s handsome
In her tender age
Smarting pink skin
A petite face
Curly hair
Bright blue eyes
Leafy eyelashes
Voluptuous hips
Ripe bust
And the spring
Dimpled on her cheek
She’s like a fluffy flowering bush
In the forbidden garden
She came silently
And conquered
In a hilarious moment.
The world’s at her feet
She’s the princess
In exile now
Sitting cross legged
Pinging pebbles
At the shores
And singing a sweet song
She could hide
The troublesome days
Under her shoes.
She sat beside me
On the window sit
In the flight
And looked bewildered
At the mountains of clouds
Under the crimson sky
She imagined to dive into it
To collect the dolls
She liked most
But she’s the cutest doll
Ever I have seen
Her luscious fingers
Once touched mine
The sky dissolved slowly
On its own
Hardly it matters
Who chose whom
Surely a lavish afternoon
Waiting for us
Behind the curtains.