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In the twinkle of an eye
one can browse and view
the exterior contours of a woman —
a soft chiseled countenance,
a black mole on the right temple,
on left cheek a delicate dimple,
streaks of simple smiles,
a naughty wink too
or at times, drops of deep sadness
dripping from her almond eyes,
hundred twenty pounds of flesh and blood
and five feet five inches tall -
a silhouette
against an invisible
backdrop of time!
No,
she is not
a simple algebraic assemblage
of 3-D cubes and tetrahedrons,
she is a divine summation
of recumbent layers of deep emotion.
She is an unfathomed ocean,
deep within her
take birth the waves of warm love.
Her smiles carry spring flowers,
her tears rain as monsoon showers.
A friend, a pretty soulmate,
a naughty sister, a caring mother
are her different forms - ever so dear! |
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