By Bharat Sharma
When I saw her,
I felt like
She is,
like a blooming rose,
Like a poet’s dream,
Like a shining ray of light,
like a full moon night
like a soft word,
in the temple,
like a burning candle,
When I saw her
I felt like
She is,
Like the beauty of the morning,
like a winter sun,
Like a note from my guitar,
Like life in all colours,
like a twining vine,
Like the play of the waves,
Like a fragrant cool wind,
When I saw her.