Reflections

A Poem by Dev Pitta

I see a beauty that was christened as She
that satisfies no one with a single glance
I glanced and glanced but never contented
my hunger for beauty came to an end

I see her sit on a bench and
the bench made special by her touch tender
raised her feet, sat with a posture glamorous
Oh! If she were a beauty drink
I would have drank that nectar full
no wine equals this beauty divine

The mobile phone she holds with her fingers
and the loveliest curve of the fingers fair
add glow to that handset white
by that morning star bright

The loveliest hair locks that feather touched
the shoulders arched on shapely body form
hairs that fall on forehead
reminds me of moon with dark shade

The stunning cleavage is a wondrous art
and it’s sure the creation of creator perfect
blue bottom reflects the sea
where in deep inside is the treasure intact

The white thin strap under the top black
says of her heart and mind pure
and the black top holds the wonder glory intact
and she the beauty is the true fact