Beauty Poem by Ravi Kopra

When you walk into the ball room
All heads - young, old, middle age- turn toward you

When you walk with me under the full moon
the moon hides behind the darkest clouds

When they look at your face, they forget their lovers
and ask their lusting hearts how could you be their lover

When they see you walk in grace with a little swing at your hips
their pants start making tents to offer them cool shades

When they hear you say anything, even in anger
it is music to their ears, you voice, their hunger

When in your bikini, you lounge at the beach
people say- what mounds, what curves, what shades

Near the ocean in this fragrant fresh spring breeze
the most beautiful woman in the world is here, here.