I am passing by a beautiful painting
A painting of a beautiful woman
A woman with a peaceful face
No visible facial hair on her face
No eyebrows and eyelashes too
With sensuous curves of hair and clothing
Looks like she is seated in a chair
With folded hands on armrest
It is a sign of her reserved nature
She is seated in an open loggia
Through which I can see icy mountains
Winding paths and a distant bridge
It gives a sign of human presence
Any human who sees her will glow
Like a glow of light in her face
A face with gazing eyes
Fixed at her observer in front
Seems to welcome him to silent talk
This can attract any passer by
She as a faint smile on her face
A smile that makes to think
To think weather she is happy
Or weather she is feeling sad
Many researched on her smile
And told its sign of happiness
What if their research is wrong?
And she is actually feeling sad
Then her smile is sign of courage
And is looked as symbol of inspiration
Rather then saying a beautiful Mona Lisa.
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