Was such a beauty”, he
Said, “painted ebony by the hands of nature;
Her skin a crystal of black hues; no mixture:
Indifferent to the never ending
Showers of sun’s rays”.
He looked beyond her thick
Hips; lips that chatter to no end
Like the parrot’s friendly nattering,
To the pale skinned one
Whose nose directs to seven seas;
Seasons that sun’s rays brings.
Mirrors became her god;
“Sod! This beauty”, she cried.
Stones became her friend,
Her skin constantly under it’s bite
Till at last, this once crystal of black
Turned as sallow as autumn leaves.
As sickly as she looked,
She was a new beauty, hooking
many-a-man who dared glanced at her
Glowing skin once so fancy,
But now dull; streaks of colours
Like the rainbow as the stone bite so deep.
Her charm were no more;
His stares became harmful.
One option remains for her;
To plaster the walls of her face
Forever more in varying thicknesses;
A cover for the long shone rainbow weak lines.
His gaze once again fell on her like
The rising sun; prodding her on,
On the art of painting.
She became tired of masking
But all her blackness were
Long gone with the stone’s bite.
She enslaved his eyes
To her beaming beauty,
But the stone enslaved here