Trembling feet and bare thighs,
Rummaged in the dead of streets;
Until hearing a hustle in the dark,
Someone lurked in shadows; illicit.
Teen beauty and body; a culprit,
In luring the forbidden foes,
Nostrils dilate of the fornicators,
Growling at the aroma of rose.
Ominous strenching smell, quakes her apart;
Dumbfounded the girl runs for evasion; calling His help,
A thunder strikes through the sky, thankfully,
Leaving the ruffians to yelp.
Way ahead she heaves a sigh of relief,
'Ah! I am saved in His Grace.'
Yonder in the meadows; conscious and catching breath,
Shivering they yell - "In the sky, I saw His face".
I, Prathamesh Deshmukh, am a 17 year old teenager aspiring forIIT-JEE, the hardest exam in India. However, I am a part-time blogger
and a creative writer. My passion is writing; writing deeply by heart.
According to me, a poem is a song that lies in our heart. In our
hearts, there's a poem. On our lips, there's a song.
The poem I wrote above is an acrostics, a traditional type of poetry.
The first letter of each word of each line, when viewed vertically
reveals a deeper meaning, which has a great significance in today's
world. Trust in God Always.
At my blog,
'BEST LOVE POEMS'
*** P.S: I personally don't know Prathamesh, but few days back he asked me if I could post his poetry here. I am glad I did, but I will admit I am not someone who can write poetry, can only appreciate it !