"Beauty"


“Sir,
my mistress comes to where I am posted, and
unties the ties
unbuttons the buttons
unzips the zips
of her dresses.
Undressed,
she looks at herself in my face

With carefree curves
free of the burden of the dress,
she looks a thousand times
lovely than you think she is.

Her untouched body
shines with the glow of the Himalaya
and challenges the Virgin Machhapuchhre”.

Adds she, the only witness to the beauty of yours,
the fateful witness to the heavenly sight,
arousing the man in me,

“And,
as the water droplets
shine like crystal beads
on her body untouched, unseen,
she looks at herself in my face;
a perfect smile out of shyness
appears on her face,
at the feeling of how beautifully she has grown
like a well-wrought urn”.

“And,
when the droplets
flow down her body...”

By Dinesh Kafle