A Rajanigandha Or A Beauty Named Chandni? (On Seeing Your Fair White Face) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A girl lean and thin
With a nice face-cutting of hers,
What should I call, call her,
Chandni, Chandni
Or Rajani-Rajanigandha,
What should I call her,
So ravishingly beautiful,
Bowling out
The on-lookers, passers-by?

A girl slim and tall
But beautiful,
Exquisitely beautiful,
Is she a rajanigandha stalk
With the bell shaped thinner icy white blooms,
In clusters,
Hanging by the weedy plant
But to see under the sparkling moonlit nights
When the moonshine spreads it all around
Or is she Chandni, Moonshine
As per her white moon-face?

How to assess you, my love,
Give me more time to think over and final
The beauty pageant
As a panelist, finalist judge,
Chandni, Chandni,
O my Chandni
And the word with the spell
Keeps me in utter infatuation,
Lures and charms she
Casting a spell and netting me closer to,
Chandni, O my Chandni!