#No single object is like you

In a heap of coal I see your hair;

In bean’s petals, I see your odd lips,

In cashew apple your invisible breasts,

In empty bladder your flattened stomach,

In leanness of crane your svelte limbs,

In freshness of shoot, your youthful skin

But none of them in its own is akin

To the glow your parts have, the angel!

04.02.2002