Beauty's No Boon From Cupid

I recall my visits to home town, Recall mornings and long walks down Past a bridge and across a small river, And that scene that sent in me a shiver: A few women filling pots and kits With a bowl from some dug up pits, A few more awaiting their turn To dig, sarees tucked in, upturned— Their well-shaped thighs exposed bravely, Body beauty beyond ordinary, That still stays captured in mind's eye, So clear, photographs might feel shy. A beauty not merely youth-born, Nor yet by sheer labour be gone, By hard work put in with a smiling face, A beauty born of blossoms of good grace, Not the kind at cat walks we see, Nor of the stuff fashion fests be, It had seemed to me then, And now when my memories pan, The deity of beauty Has never been Cupids, It is made of sweat beads, And hard work wrought honest duty! _______________________________________________ Reflections |17.04.2020| Topic: beauty, nature