The Lost Smile

It is the bud unfurled,

With the glossy fingers of the subdued sun,

It is the vista of glistening shoal,

In blue water under the glorious sun,

It is the murmuring breeze,

Rippling the bosom of the idyllic brook,

It is the silvery beam when sparkles,

The mind flutters out of ailing shroud,

And soars high in the azure sky,

But it is now lost,

And caught under the pensive mask,

With angst and frown as sturdy allies.

…………….Dr. Fathema Begum

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