Why Do I Look At Her? Poem by maya maini

Such a beauty she is,
takes my breath away.
With her lustrous irisis,
a look that holds such sway.

I gaze at her brilliance,
that shimmers on tree tops.
The leaves rustle up their own pace,
and the glimmer of things unsaid.

Her light glows over the silvery sea,
where ships cant compete.
Man sets out in the inky darkness,
to find the elusive color of a whimsical being.

I look at my own face,
devoid of the light and lustre.
I do have a beauty of my own,
but I really cannot light up the world!

Chanda is her name,
Chand is her other one.
Chandran is what she is also known,
but whats in a name, when she glowers over my mane?

I know all the men look wildly at her,
passion fills their being.
And longing comes strong and swift,
and the body indulges in its own scents.

In all this I wait for that one,
he is out there somewhere.
Looking at this beautiful being,
so right up on a dark sky

Sometimes things will never be,
they just were not meant to be.
And even if they seemed like they could be,
it is as fleeting as a smile to be.