Travelling Beauty Poem by St Ajay Mev

Travelling beauty, passed in vain;
Buses come and go but she not.
Everlasting charm strikes my mind,
One foot long earrings, mirror ring,
Goddess of beauty can be my rock.

Seeing millety fields, Dove smiles,
Velvety skill as her physic, I saw
Again and again heavenly bless flying.
Nor God nor any man like Vinci,
Can draw such kind piece of work.

Integrity of thoughts, never ends;
Yet we departed, glimpses never die,
From my mind, soul and heart.
After death I shall compare her;
Like Shakespeare compared his dear one.