By Kokila B
He was a canvas—a stunning sight,
An expanse of white, so pure and bright.
Not like the moon that graces the night,
Nor like the clouds that drift in flight,
Unlike anything else... but like a swan
Engraved in chiffon .
My feet drew me towards him,
Each step etched in the dim,
Crystal chamber of love.
My fingers traced him,
Brushing with hymn ,
Coloring a secret wove.
I drew back to behold ,
lost in the fog , uncontrolled,
Falling on the cold wood.
Through drowsy lids, I glimpsed,
My gaze fixed on him, adorned in red,
My blood, my soul lost in his stead.