Who Was She?

The magical night it was,

Oh yes! Definitely was,

Precisely for the nature's cause

Surely not for anyone's loss

There she stood.....

Her beauty was atrociously

Attractive, just with a look

Could melt anyone's ferociously

Fluttering life, into a crook

Her eyes soared

With starlight and pile

Of memories, just as the lips soaked

In a pinch of honey and a smile

Moon's reflection in that dark

On her face was a perfect spark

The ravishing hair, when she turned 

Swayed away without being discerned 

As she ran on the puddles

The water sang in the Ghazals

Craving for the music of her jingles

And a glance of her lotus ankles

Oh! How charming and beguiling

Her voice, as she sang

To the universe into exiling 

Herself from this world's hang

My! My! What pulchritudinous beauty

I witnessed.....

That's when she gave me a look

And just smiled

Like she knew me from a book

What was her name?

Where was she from?

Why was she in that lush forest?

Who was she?