Face Poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

You would say “looks are immaterial,
It's just the head and the heart,
what is in a face after all? ”

Then why do you keep staring
at the never dying radiance on my cheeks
and recognize the essence of God?
The pride in the raising of my eyebrows
And the halo and the tilt of my head
your earnest gaze,
there’s your need to possess!
You look at my eyes,
the twinkling and sparkling
And it ain’t my fault
if you get immersed and sinking!
pouting pursing promising
curve of my lips
and those familiar secret longing
in your heartbeats.
I've seen how my face
the color of sand, the twilight sky
would stop your breath
and the luster of my hair,
the sheen on my skin
keep you captive on my face,
the eternal beckoning!
The kind music on my forehead
make you desire love
The innocent arrogant tip of my nose
make you wonder
at the creation of God above!

So you see, it is just not the face
but the story of life
It’s just not the face
but the woman am I!
Soft like a feather, hard like armor
Pure like a child, wild like storm
The hue of the sand,
the touch of the rainbow
That isn’t just a face but
I the woman, you know!