I Saw a Beauty
A demigoddess passed
on the other side of the street.
I stopped and gazed astounded.
What is a rosebud compared
to this ethereal beauty?
Delicate contours adorned her mien,
grace exuded from her every pore,
an ecstasy that made you hunger,
a perfect flow of effulgent nature,
an enthralling fairy alive in high street,
spreading magic in a drab environment,
a breath of fresh country air
in a polluted atmosphere of a crowded town.
Graciously she moved on,
turned a sharp corner.
I lost her forever.
Who cares, I thought.
But I understood
why grapes are sour!
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