This poem is dedicated to my friend Shweta Rai

A lady under a Maple tree

Under a maple tree
I saw her
Lost in herself 
Waiting for a bus
She was humming
May be her favorite song

Wearing a hat round
and a coat long
Standing head down
And tapping her feet
On a musical note

Dry leaves  ran towards her
With a gust of wind
And suddenly
She stops to sing
She covers her face
Fully with her arm around

I saw her glimpse
So pretty she, I found
Her eyes were shiny
Her lips were full
And  a round face
A lady with elegance
And the purest smile
With beauty and grace…!

Meenu Yatin

Photo by Owais Darzi photographer: https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-wearing-long-sleeves-and-white-pants-standing-near-the-brown-trees-10630508/