Her Fingers On The Veena

Placing the hand below the cheek,

She thought of him,

His arrival,

Which is debatable,

Emerged as her breathing requirement,

The cool breeze in the morning,

Remember to visit, 

Her dark circles under her eyes,

The braid full of flowers,

Distressed with the waiting,

Her fingers moved,

On the Veena,

A new tune,

Unheard till that time,

Made nature to be pleasant,

Her bridal makeup,

Took the back seat,

Where her desires were abandoned,

The teardrops,

Moved from her eyes,

Towards the fingers on the Veena,

Reminding her,

To stop becoming that famous fictional tale.