A Fictitious Tale

Tamara was a slip of a girl
She looked delicate
She was ethereal
Her coterie of devoted  lads
Gave her the guard of honour
And honours she had

Avidly received,
With gratitude deceived
Her heart unused to pain
She could only
Simpering pretend
All coyly, eye lashes aflutter
That her heart was
soft as her skin
Like butter

Luminous Tamara
An elegant pearl
Of a girl
I wonder
Sometimes
Did she ever, have her
Fall?

Her radiant smile
Her sideways semi comatose
Smile
Was so full of sly charming
Wiles.

I hope not.
Under all her artifices
(Probably learnt at the cradle)
She was really
Without any guile.

Tamara
A charmer with
Symphonic name
Hope she dwells
In her own hall of fame

Last I heard
She was surfing
Amidst Aussie
Or New Zealand
Whales!

Perhaps Sharks,
But that's another
Toothsome Tale.

😊
(c) Amrita Valan 2017