To Jean, With Love

A poem to be sketched up, an image to be drawn;
A gaze to think of or a smile to dream-
All seem impossible for a being that I am.

But tonight, I gazed through the windows;
To find – something special
Something really captivating,
Something really adorable.
That “Something” is truth, moreover
A guardian of trust and belief.
It gives a real yearn for living,
A real altar for the sacrifice of emotions-

It is the sight of new-year morn’s moon,
Having its brightness fill the sky like a circle-
-the circle stretched out long and wide,
Inside of which a star, so special a star was found.

Those made me feel as if,
A man would stop his chase in life by just a sight.
It made me feel as if ,
I was that lonely star n
She (whoever “she” is”) was the glorious moon;
And that her charm was the circle of beam,
Which kept me safe and secure.

It made my new year’s morn’ joyful,
Joyful enough to wish her &
Everyone a whole hearted “Happy Newyear”.

So did it feel as if,
She came to wish me a lovely new year,

But her face still needs to be sketched up,
Her image still needs to be drawn,
Her wonderful name still needs to be called.
Till then I would call her “jean”
Most beloved, ever loving Jean