sometimes we are stunned by ' beauties ';

oh , she is such a beauty-

a simple beauty, an unadorned charm !

alas , she herself quite unaware

of her innocence in blissful radiance ;

she is not wealthy ,a poor

but rich in beauty's excellence !

everything about her professes dignity

and anything she does is gentle in grace

and does possess a natural poise ;

she seems to speak yet not;

o ,her beauty speaks in whispers with the wind :

your age does not decline the treat of her beauty ;

it spreads on her like the unshaken shadow

on the still waters of a limpid lake-

her beauty manures not vulgar vultures of the mind

but transforms you as an ardent devotee of beauty !

o how could it be she the mother of two grown kids

that garland their arms around her lovely neck !

her fair skin seems quite strange for her social status

and radiates a divine glow about her ;

those artificially shaped girls in skimpy dress

down the ramps in ugly gaits in blinding lights

and those in wealthy overflowing dresses

in knife-sharp creases and in boastful jewellery

are no match to this lady wrapped in local attire sans ornaments ;

whose one-quarter smile would land us in heavens of bliss !

who is the lucky soul to have her as his dear wife ?

who is the mother that nurtured her in her womb ?

o god , let she not age nor her beauty tire and wither

for she is the walking paradise of virtuous beauty ;

a creation of you when you were in total peace !

----sundaram chandrakalaadhar