Might He
wondered in His own creation
Seeing the
most excellent work ever He did
Might He murmured
Himself,
‘Can’t I
ever perhaps make such others?
Unaware of
her exquisite beauty
Grew she
like the wave of the sea
Unnoticed,
she turned into a youth
Like the Lilly
of the spring
Every step
she moved
Illuminated she
the celestial grace and charm
She was the
pet of all
They said
‘poor she’
‘Creator
didn’t do her just’
But she
didn’t mind what she was
For being
forbidden to see the beautiful world
But was
intelligent enough to filter every word
Yet the laughter of plain eyes
Drew
everyone’s attention twice
Like the high the tide of the sea
She rose and
fell
As natural
instinct, the heart she did unveil
To the finest
man, whom she claimed
A strong man
full of youth and vitality
Who loved
her so dearly
They adored
each other
Like do any
crazy lover
They took
walks everywhere
And vowed
not to betray in any weather
They talked
of their future plan
Sometimes
they roamed in calm
She was the
pet of him
They said ‘poor
he’
‘Creator
didn’t do him just’
As he was an
ugliest stuff
A deep scar
on his left cheek
Appeared to
others a horrifying beast
A pair of
deep eyes though were bright
Indicated
left while the things were in the right
And long
bent nose
Messed his
all pose
But the
profound love and care he gave
Made her wild
and hysteric
Discontent
made him was her eyes
Although
elegance and virtues all she possessed
Still
incomplete, he realized
He scolded
the Creator
But with
great devotion he called her God
Just to make
her a perfect girl
Having heard
his earnest prayer
With great
thunder, in the compellation
Descended
down the Creator
To make the
secret clear
At once at
His celestial touch
Enlightened
her latent sight
She amazed
how beautiful the world is
She could
see the birds flying joyfully in the blue skies
Butterflies
gliding above the colourful flowers
And she
could make out ugly out of beauty
That’s what
made everything worst
Strides she out
horridly to the mirror
Astonished
at her own towering beauty
Enthralled
with joy, she turns back
Behind the
bouquet hiding his face
Exited but the firm, uttered a familiar voice
‘Looking you
gorgeous, my love’
‘Now you are
my perfect girl’
A terrible
current shocked her
As she seized
the flower
Screamed she
as if a ghost in front of her
And the mirror shattered behind her
The bouquet
too scattered over the floor
‘Utterly
intolerable’, urged her mind
Straight she
said, ‘you no match to my beauty’
He bowed and
begged for her love
Asked if he has
committed any fault
Dumping his
several earnest appeals
She left him
like the leftover peel
Like a child
he cried and yelled
Realizing his
own error
For begging
eyes for her
Rushed he
home
Seeing
swollen eyes
‘Condoled his
mother, ‘poor my child’,
‘Learn to
distinguish beast out of beauty
Outer beauty
is temporary
Seek such a heart where lies inner beauty’
By Noel Rai
31/12/2011
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