Whom façades, don’t hide, nor faces reveal
The selves, who are, born enigmas
I’m tangled, in her, sinful appeal
Since she, became, my hourglass!

Insane are men, so, so am I
Who make faith, of one’s, caring thoughts
She cradles me, with a, lullaby
In my dreams, of her, forget-me-nots!

She won’t dress, as I, wish from her
Nor serve, with lips, a kiss, or smile
For, she thinks, love is, a ‘male-factor’
And I do, believe in her, prudent guile!

She sips, moon of, the Mediterranean
Ever since, my mermaid, she became
Be a bard, who bathes in, tears of sun
If You Ever, Love A, Maltese Dame!

© 2019 Vikas Chandra