The Muted Face Poem by Indira Renganathan

She is beautiful on par excellence
People compare her with
The rising sun and the full moon
And the lotus and the jasmine
And all fragrant and beautiful flowers
And the slender creeper and the dulcet breeze
And the morning dew and what else not
All else good and beautiful things

His is a rock-cut figure rigid
With no smile to mean
A lot of hatred or enmity or rivalry
Or an unhappy life on the whole
Thrown on her of what jealousy
We can guess