Surrender to the Siege

The citrus whiff of the night is a reminder of your tresses dark

Spanning the enormous night sky through celestial networks

Shimmering stars seep through colossal obscurity; fireworks

Of celebration, lending the bewitching skies a crackle of spark.

The fragrance of your tresses enwraps, embalms the senses,

Hold me a hostage to your love, plundering through defences,

I bow to the holy shrine, paying tributes as humble obeisance,

For who am I to rebel, thousands pledged their complaisance,

To thine dark tresses, route to deliverance, path to salvation.

Dark as the pewter sky, serpentine as the meandering Nile,

Your tresses ensnare innocence, persuasive as gilded guile.

Who dare defy their hold, break the spell of forged shackles,

Their streams douse blazes, wield power to assuage hackles.

O! Let me offer a truce and surrender to their intoxicating siege

For these fragrant tresses are all I need, they are all I beseech.

Dr. Sonika Sethi