Dutch Miss
I want you to know that you are always
On my mind despite the passage of time.
The first time I saw you, I could not take
My eyes off you. I was shy then and would
Hide behind a tree to observe you walking
Past me as if I didn’t exist, Dutch Miss. In
Those days, I remember how I would
Dream about you and wake up, suddenly,
In the middle of the night: a dream which
Did not translate into reality. I am sure
Your beauty must have left behind a
Trail of broken hearts but you did not
Care. You dared to follow the wind
And traveled to exotic and mystical lands.
It was almost as if you had a magic wand
In your hands. I hope to catch up with
You, one day, in India or Amsterdam.
BIO:
Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors and party with close friends. He is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.

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