Beauteous the story July 22, 2007
Posted by Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar in Beauteous the story.2 comments
Comely her lips and best red could get,
Strokes a thousand; red, redder and reddest.
Dancing in air, her curly the hair,
Lovely to stare, poetic an affair.
Wheatish the hue and softest the skin,
Rough a wind could bruise them in.
Dark the brows, softer than feather,
Breeze, far he goes, in vain to touch her.
Pretty the eyes; prettier her looks,
Undefined a beauty in known the books.
Fairest the fairy and in my fairyland,
Angelic her beauty than any angel could stand.
A cure from Lord to hew my worry,
And together, smiles to carry, beauteous the story.
-Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.
Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar 