Pretty! Is she?

vikas chandra

That mirror, is the face of hers
For it tells, the half-truths, she flatters
Where the brink of glamor, splendor blurs
Is it the former that lastly matters?

Yes! Talk to that glass, night and day
Hear the echoes, you like to hear
Or read yourself in the eyes, that say
“Oh! Would you care, to be mine? O’ Dear!”

Aphrodite you, you Venus, and may be more!
Your conceit defines, infinite woman, in you
And those, motley façades, galore
That possess you, through and through

That make-up, how it makes you up, replete
A woman awash, with greasepaints, veiled
Ain’t that you, who treads, the vanity street?
That soulless ship, in fiery seas, never sailed

Her beauty, a craft, to bait, and buy, men’s pride?
Oh! What a busy day, so many chores, to close!
Let the soul of truth, creed of love, decide
Why she chose, the way…

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