For the lay beauty gazers,
she is beautiful,
For her lotus skin
and kiss worthy look.
Enamors she all
with her tipsy beauty.
One feels beaten
with her enticing vanity.
Bathes her heart
with selfish vitriol.
Never she thinks
for other people.
Talks she never
with smile pearl.
And greets no one
with straight eye balls.
A rock indeed makes noise,
but this belle.
Deals she her boasts to others
almost free.
Her adamant shell is her
only mansion,
A golden garland is her
only possession.
A mannequin with
the silence of a corpse,
Beautiful to behold,
suitable not for love.
very well written this poem, Sudam. I find even some living women mannequins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Pradip sir.