Pretty Face
Every time I see that pretty face
Blossoming the world around, like flower in a vase.
Those eyes sparkle defying the sunshine,
Suddenly the reflection on me and I’m not mine.
The smile that takes away all your attention,
A laugh that puts you in awe, that I don’t have to mention.
Keeps me wondering over god’s creative beauty,
You feel like protecting it, even if it’s not your duty.
Wish you could be a reason for smile,
Wish you could cherish her every once in a while.
Wish you could hold that moment and never let go,
Wish you witness it every day in a row.
When it’s in front of you, all words fell short,
Overwhelmed, startled, you get stuck! can’t say a lot.
Every time I see that pretty face, I tend to think;
What makes it so special, that you won’t even blink.
They say, “don’t get fooled over that pretty charm”,
Well until you are totally knocked over, what’s the harm?
The real pretty face holds a true pretty heart,
It’s a great loss, if you can’t differ fake and real apart.
It might be an illusion that overturns so many,
People do get tip over, that’s an apparent irony.
But all we wish is our gamble fits right our prediction,
The face we’ve fallen for turns out to be true, hearty contemplation.
Sometimes you stumble upon, sometimes get mesmerized,
I know what it’s like, every time you see that pretty face…… :-)
PRATEEK SHUKLA
Copyright © Prateek Shukla | Year Posted 2015
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