You such a magnificent bud,
White petalled oozing from mud,
As gorgeous as a fold mountain,
Essence of emotional expression.
In Your body and soul,
Poetry perennially flows,
In lyrically patterned row,
With meandering bow.
A graceful sculpture, with creative curves,
Even in pieces, you look so precious.
Prettier than the spring flower,
A Creative genius.
A graceful sculpture, with creative curves,
Even in pieces, you look so precious.
Prettier than the spring flower,
A Creative genius,
In the slenderness and grace.
Lilies in your face,
Eyes are Deep Ocean,
Moons and stars shine.
The Dreams deprive reason,
In a Rain soaked women,
With wine wet lips,
Yakshi* withperfect inclination.
Your glance strikes spellbound,
Beauty flows from toes to head,
That gives merry and pain,
As bees seeps honey for a gain.
In the courtyard of my memory,
Thousand orchids bloom,
On the background,
Blades of black grass gloom.
Like a lover lost for long,
Pain nestled in lung,
But steps out to belong,
Intolerable to prolong.
Poetry could not have asked,
For a better setting,
Subconscious love for beauty
Can't be kept hidden.
Like Dew of the dawn,
In the first autumn,
Your mesmerising beauty,
Is poetry in motion.
**Yakshi -Didarganj Yakshi is carved out of a single stone, famous for curves and Mauryan polish (Indian sculpture) , denoting beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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