I want to sing a song for her cheeks,
Write ’em a poem
The flat round universal cheeks
Like any other cobble or pumice stone,
You know they are soft,
You know they are fragrant
Something lurks, something
They shine, colored
By her warmth and tendered by
All that is good in the world;
In those cheeks I see the beautifulness
I want to see, the spots
I want to rest my lips on;
The pimple less, dimpleless landscape
And sing the song of love.
~ Saranyan BV
India