It is Your Eyes that make me Beautiful
A soft silver sheen adorned the deity’s face,
As the devotee’s love-drenched gaze,
Unflinching sought it through the intervening haze,
The smiling heavens heralded, the precious moment had come,
Sparkling eyes wearing love’s liquid collyrium,
Seduced living breath into the inert stone form.
Breaking through matter’s veil, the rigid norm,
Emerged a heaven carved face wreathed with smiles,
That washed away memories of heavily trudged miles.
The overflowing heart of the devotee
Wistfully sighed “How can there be so much beauty?”
Humbly bowing to this precious love,
The deity stepped down from high alcove,
Lifting the devotee’s face, a gesture so graceful,
Softly she whispered, “It is your eyes that make me beautiful.”
- Anahita Sanjana (India)
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