Treasure Island

Mittur Ramprasad


MONA LISA


MONA LISA

Mirror image of eternal beauty is your face painted on canvas
Only an ember of your allure in sketches that painter draws
Beauty of yours is beyond anyone's imagination to capture
Only heavenly eyes can see your charm in sanctified picture

MONA LISA

Your beauty is beyond the benevolence of beholders eyes
Brighter than bright radiant like the shining sun in skies
One can only visualize your radiance of beauty in dreams
Beautiful you are beyond the paintings of neon light beams

MONA LISA

Ageless is your beauty graceful as river of time flows
Captivating is your smile as the legend of yours grows
Immortal will be your image in life till end of eternity
Timeless is your profile elegance in demure of beauty

MONA LISA

Submitted: Thursday, March 29, 2012

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