The Most Beautiful Woman

By Pritika Dash

Her waist curved inwards and convex,

Her limbs were long and slender accenting every reflex

Her throat snatched into being from the most gracious swan

Her from waist down is a sight you’d be reminiscing despite it being gone

A narrow bridge had she between her nose,

Kissed by cupid’s bow were her lips redder than your conventional rose

Resembled did her skin Alice’s looking glass,

A set of deep brown expressive eyes too belonged to this lass

She spoke with an intriguing yet locally understood lilt,

When curiosity did linger her perfect little head suffered a fancy tilt

Adorable moons emerged below her eyes when her smile revealed teeth,

A scrunched up nose and flustered cheeks lay beneath

She was the headmistress of the school of fashion,

Poetry and writing love letters were her utmost passion

She’d shake up a crowd with her intonation receiving a standing ovation,

Lingering melodies of the living siren reached the hearts of all listeners across the nation

Yet it wasn’t her they wanted

Yet when it came to love and care she’d received not a single dose

Yet it wasn’t her young men were pleased to date

Yet it wasn’t her who they stayed up at night for desperately late

A best friend she had who didn’t reciprocate as intimately,

An almost suitor who was way beneath her ‘league’ ghosted her ultimately

Always sidelined was she in class even though she had a heart that was the purest

Never the favourite daughter she was, she was the only one in her family’s succeeding forest.

A first glance may’ve convinced you she’s the epitome of perfection

God almost made her his prettiest creation

Just like the most vibrant fruits are those that contain poison,

Cursed with ignorance and unimportance, the girl was trapped in a solitary prison.

By Pritika Dash