A GLIMPSE OF THE ORBS

A random glance it was,

For a second or two,

In a polar frigid hours of light,         

To hazel iridescent optic,

A perception it concocted,

An agitation it divulge;

Trepidation,woebegone,pessimistic and despondent,

It avow with more aureate orb and sparse cilium.

As her eye lashes droop on every subsequent,

Menace outspread over her lovely face.

Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow!

Claim every second of circumjacent,

Oh! The darling abruptly evanesce,

A truly random glance,

That's what the vision was.

by Shamama Siddiqui.