Deja Vu

a poem by Wali S T Dr.

In a desolate night of feverish June
I feel a mystique all around
A charming maiden I found
Quite alone with a glowing face
Elegant with a beauty rare
Enchantingly walking apace
In step with the solitary cloud
Threading the eye of the Moon.
Bedazzled I ask aloud:
O Paragon of Beauty, who’re you
A deity, nymph or a fairy queen,
Vestal virgin or Venus herself?
Tell me if I am wrong
If not O fair damsel,
Hear my words, my only prayer
Just be mine, mine forever!

A ringing laughter, sweet smile
And a simple nod from her
Were all I could get in answer?
Then she vanished all at once.
I shouted loud, cried in bewilderment
And shed countless blood-tinged tears.
Alas! I was left in gloomy silence:
She left me alone bereft of any sense,
My wails reverberate yet nobody hears,
Left in the lurch: was I fated to live ever after
Hauling a wounded soul with scars permanent?

Then, my dear, my sweetheart,
You met me here
Even as I first looked at you
It seemed I was struck
With a Deja Vu
By God! my dear,
She was just like you.
Yet I am bewildered, once again dumbstruck
As I still could not believe my luck!