Eighth Wonder
Eighth wonder
The sea of her eyes is wavy
The eyeballs moving as sail boats
take me into a land of wonders
The nose between her eyes
Is chiseled as that of a temple beauty
The rosy lips aptly adore her lotus-face
Her neck is delicately moulded
By the divine hands of my Creator
Is she not the eighth wonder?
Sakthi Ravichandran
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