Her smile is a selcouth,
She ain't fair,
She is kalon,
She ain't arrogant,
She is an introvert.
Her eyes behind those thick lenses redefine innocence,
They are intrépide.
Her tough outward look and her sincerity delineating vintage watch,
She is not lassie with heels,
She opts out flats.
Her unvarnished finger nails and ink marks on her palm,
Her eyes never postulate lashes to embellish them.
Her sincere school girl look with her bag on her shoulder stiff and tight,
Her water bottle and pen box in graduation class is a rare sight.
She might not be alluring to many
her minutae can lead anyone to sciamachy.
With all girls in class with pseudo-beauty,
She personifies purity.
The hanging around of her mop on her forehead lanes is my querencia.
Her absence might go unnoticed by others
She is her own cosmos.
Her beauty is kalon.
She is a girl with pony-tail,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem