Envious Beauty

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

Two sisters are sitting chock-a-block

But silence makes a wall

In between.

One smiles like a beauty exuding around

While another gives no look at it at all,

Bathing with pride

In her own beauteous flood.

Envy takes them under its grip,

Sneaking through the wall into the corner

Of beauteous rolling orbs;

It gets them to lock horns with each other

By fanning the fire in their eyes

For the boasting glow

Of pompous beauty to die down.

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