Hooked

I am sure

That my thoughts were pure

But view got hooked 

As very silly she looked

Eyes were closed

Charm it enclosed

Hiding forehead line

Her chicks Dimple fine

On her fresh face

A baby I trace

Smile that she hide

Abide by her pride

Skin sign bright

Enforcing to adore the delight 

Calmness she hold

In every inches of her fold

Holding beauty of flower

In the spring shower

Gesture of her face

Was alike a Devine sculpture

I was astonished

Retaining thoughts in-perished

In perception I amazed 

Her innocence should be praised

I felt mild

As like a wordless child

Splitting my clumsy view

Failed to conclude the review.

Staring her that I used my brain

For the act I should be condemn

When I didn't intent bad

Why should I repent being sad.