Smile

He saw her for the first time when he was 20
She was center of attention of the crowd
But then that wasn’t surprising, he thought
Afterall, wasn’t she first thing that caught his eye as soon as he entered.
And then he simply couldn’t turn his back to her.
She had grace and poise
And an eternal beauty that lasts more than a lifetime
Surrounded by willow shoot versions of female beauty that are rage those days
She overshadowed them all, and she didn’t even try .
He saw her and he saw her smile
She looked at him as if she could look right through him
Read all his secrets without giving away any of her own
What’s with the smile? he thought.
It was so serene and simple, with no artifice; it unnerved him.
He tried figuring it out but couldn’t
It scared him, yet mesmerized him.
It felt like standing in front of God
with your soul bare and your secrets revealed.
He closed his eyes and spoke of his innermost fears and desires.
She kept on smiling in that reassuring, comforting manner
somehow it was not unnerving him anymore.
HE spoke to her from morning till evening
People came and people left
For him, it was just the two of them in the whole universe
From that day till the last day of his life
he came to see her every week
to unload his burdens and get strength to face another week of his life
Then his visits ceased.
People missed seeing the man who used to talk to the Mona Lisa all day long.

Mona Lisa

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8 thoughts on “Smile

  1. It’s a beautiful poem.I’m without words in this moment because i can’t describe the smile better then you did it.
    Thank you for share it πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!

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