The Phantom II
by: Haresh Daswani

Just as the soft wind passed by,
A notice of moment,
But the event,
A signature in dear memory,
One would never understand,
The smile behind the frown,
Or the diamonds among coal,
As fear aroused,
From the silence of a woman,
On the table, alone,
Her stare captures me,
But my legs refuse to lose,
The heart is curious,
But the mind is cautious,
Such beauty is indeed,
God's flagship work,
But behind every rose,
There may hide a snake…

Is it not but strange?
When you can see it is good?
But you know,
It never can be so?
For when moments arise,
When the Phantom smiles,
The moon has blessed thee,
But refuses to indulge…

Many strange blessings arrived,
And the phantom of such charm,
Her mystery, arouses curiosity,
But her beauty,
Oh how I want to be with,
If I was not tied,
By this rope of will,
By my arms,
I might have sat there,
Beside the ghost,
Whose beauty and splendor,
And magnificent charm,
Enticed my heart,
And left my body here,
By the corner of the room…