‘It’s his eyelashes,’ a technician said,
‘that must be driving so many mad.’
So, not just me!
I felt relieved and sad
at such a piece of information shed.
No, not eyelashes, I would disagree.
It is his smile.
Precisely, its style,
magnanimously open and free.
The smile-butterfly bathed in a ray
of sunshine, making girls a sure prey
of beauty,
for since the ancient Adam’s age,
since we have lost the track where our home is,
we feel the need to break the earthly cage
and follow a bright speck of promise.
2 November 2011