The Girl Next Door

There is a magic in the air...
The grass on the lawn next door
wears a new smile I know not what for!

Two bees and a yellow butterfly
from our graden across the wall
flew over for me to spy,
and returned to hum,
'There is some one very special,
bewitchingly charming, but shy.
The tress - long, silky and flowing,
resembles a peacock's lovely trail
as if ready to take off and sail
as a raincloud in the monsoon sky...'

My spirits too balloon up,
for the girl next door is a deity in human form;
perhaps forgot the path and came down
to earth coyly to roam...

In the calm sea of my heart
there now spirals a turbulent storm!

Mother asks, 'Are you not well?'
Poor thing, she does not know
my roof  has been blown off by the gale
and I stand spellbound in the new girl's magic spell!