Mirrors To Muse Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Mirrors To Muse
The frame— forehead to feet, hungered for height,
Flat nose and bulging forward big-set eyes,
And features would flare no feminine flight,
What fancy were mirrors to man so wise?
And he'd laugh at this intriguing query—
It makes skewed sense to stare at such a face.
Yet, everyone in a mirror should see—
Handsome or no, fetching or lacking grace!
To him an ugly face did help to brood:
Ah this god's field! How with gold can I gild;
And food for thought to those blest with looks good:
I've a good field, what about matching yield?
These thoughts helped Socrates ponder and see,
His life was lessons in philosophy.
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Sonnets | 01.06.2017 |
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5/6/2024 11:03:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a face! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Such a face! ! ! ! Very intriguing, what do I infer from it, well, since the feedback is only positive, it must mean good, and keep my counsel. Thank you Edward Louis.