You sit smiling
Inveigling the roaming eyes.
Your hands arrange
The crockery, the showpieces
Paintings and candles
Immaculately.
Your fingers present the items
Synchronically,
A sheer touch of business
That turns at my end
A business of touch.
My old friend is also a gone case
As he proposes you,
Though, in a way sarcastically
Shying you escape the misdemeanor
And move on to the next client.
I have to go for something
As I see the items
Through your face.
Whatever you say
Is the final dictum,
And works well on my pocket.
I pour more dollars
And disturb my budget
To become a mendicant.
Your adieu works well
Over the shillaber,
Smilingly you wish best of journey
To all of us.
Arrayed well on the cabinet
And chiffons,
My wife appreciates the purchase
And I smile the things away
Harish k. Thakur
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-a-serbian-girl/
