Namila

A lighthearted feat of courtship....

Here is a story of a girl

As beautiful as a twirl

Adorned with a beady necklace

Her charm is but faceless

She is like a prickly pin

With a rosy glow of skin

In legions of beauty she is easy to spot

Like my mother’s black pot

With graceful legs as long

As grandmother’s favorite song!

Her voice drips like oil

Triggering boys’ toil

As she wallows like a lioness

All her suitors roar past keenness

Namila is the reason for intense courtship

For a season of cherished ownership

Even elders twirl their mustache in wonder

To see her shining yonder