Beauty peaks from your forehead
curving delicately to your nose.
Sensuous is the arch of your lips,
like bows on the temptress
within is a quiver of smiles.
Sparkle that rivals the kohinoor,
Is the divinity in your eyes.
Wholesome is the lustre of your hair,
like a fragrant flower bed falling on –
Your skin –
like exquisite silk, wrapping-
the grandeur of the world.