July2010
The beauty of a cup scarred
By a slash of the painter’s brush
Mangled yet majestic in its timeless sadness
Seas opening to let THE Master through
Mountains with a bald table top
Or a poet’s enraptured gaze at Sheba’s Breasts
Mysteries without explanations
A broken tooth
That enhanced the actress’s smile
Strange music that stopped a heartbeat
A mis-pelt word in an iconic brand
Attractions or fatal distractions
True art is but a matter of flawed perfection
Beauty however marred
Can but only beauty be
Much like a grey streak
On a woman’s coiffure
All(uring) charms of the looking glass.
Baru Gobira 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem