Feathers And Bow

Going back into time,
O rather being born atleast
A century ago,
Gracious, patient, simple,
Shy, acknowledging, hesitant,
Not over-confident
And definitely not under,
A hint of mischief,
In those dark dreamy eyes,
So full of life,
As If a stream, glittering
As the Sun hits the edges,
Ever so strongly
Never to hurt,
But to play;
Is it too much to ask,
Not at all, no,
Says the stream,
Just like a Maiden
And a King,
Feathers flying happily
Around a bow and string!!!