Le
Motel de Belles
My life is like
a life cycle of a hotel;
You met me like
as a guest at my motel,
You pre-
arrival was unknown to me and when you arrived, it made my heart go free,
You took a suite,
over the second floor;
Where I could
see you, as if you were at my door,
You eyes were
like that of round shaped pimentos;
Your Figure was
like that of a heart shaped chocolato,
You made me
feel like an executive;
Although I was
the owner of the motel so dedicative,
The cuisines
were that of Spain and France;
You had that
baked macaroni on your very first glance,
Your lips were
like that of raspberry;
Your talk was
like that of an ice-cream topped with a cherry,
On your departure
my mind got wrong;
It felt as if
it had taken a whiskey so strong,
From kitchen to
front-office, housekeeping to restaurant;
The smell of
yours was flavoring as a sweet scent,
Just be with me
in my motel;
Where you are
the receptionist and I would be your PORTER….
- Rajinder Saini
