The Beauty Poem by Dr Avinash Dal

Called for a dinner was I
In the midst of this summer high
Perhaps to smoothen a ruffled feather
Thats what I gather
Nice cool place with lot of peace
The hotel was ready to fleece
Not for me to bother though
It wasn't going to be my dough
So i sat a seat of advantage
While they opened a wine vintage
But not a drop i would touch
They got immersed in that much!
As they went about with their vile
Talk that did go awhile
All what they said got reflected
Or rather should i say deflected
On my seemingly deaf ear
A smile on my face did smear

But suddenly did I catch
My eye a vision snatch
I could not believe it was real
A beauty so so unreal
As if I was stunned by a shot
Without a drop unlike the lot
An undrunk drunkenness on me did appear
My 'friends' in confused fear
They did not know I was lost
The beauty held my mind almost
I have heard of angels and
Maidens of fabled land
But that all is on fiction
In mind's imagination
Oh! What a colour she bore
The more I looked, glowed more
It would put to shame any flower
Even poets would just stammer
And ordinary folks turn
And poetry would churn
My eyes were glued to her
It all seemed so queer
At I noticed in that smooth chin
And those pretty smiling lips thin
More than that beauty she had
Her nature a compassion had
She was nice as a person
Cool, composed with quiet fun
Without pride or malice
Like a flowing stream calm
Soothing like a wound balm
I would have given a salute loud
Bowed deeply or exclaimed aloud
But I was with 'friends', you know
That made me a trifle slow
So she got up and left
Off my mental feet she swept
And left a fresh fragrance to linger
In my inner garden to mingle
There are things of beauty to behold
Where worldly matters just fold
And fade away
But her vision is there to stay
I hope not to meet her
Lest sanity becomes a deserter.