Beauty
 

Oh damsel,

Beauty! was that her name?
Hid a crown of a thousand
Myrtle or compell a duel
of Vesta and of Venus;
Oh damsel,

Angelic and lily-white
Vanilla fairness personified;
Effortless grace was it
granted with her face?
Oh damsel,

If to her share some errors fell,
I looked on her face, forgot'em all;
To realise then a celestial bungle
Why? Why thus did You do!
Oh damsel,

Here; the beholder's eye
Let her partake a moment
and look to a mirror, Eye
the beauty of her being I saw
Oh damsel, Oh damsel!

 

-Subodh

A few days ago, I was sitting at an eatery with a friend when a couple and their daughter walked in. The father entered followed by the girl - maybe just out of her teens - who was walking-in lazily holding her mother's hand. I remember her face as one of the fairest faces ever seen. Not that she was of fair colour or that she was beautiful to the materialistic sense; but there was certain kind of calm on her face, simplicity, peace and yet at the same time some anxiety, curiosity glimpsed there. She instantly struck me as beautiful. It was odd that while her parents ordered some parcel, she toyed with the imitation fruits kept on the parcel counter; it didn't suit her age. That was when I remembered Alexander Pope's lines : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.(I knew though the line's context is far apart.)
But it doesn't end yet; just then she picked up a fake apple from the basket, looked at her mom and asked her innocently, "Mamma, is this an apple?" - Yes dear - "Is it red?"
Then did I realise, the beautiful girl had no vision.
Not that I pity her for that, I am not sure if that is the right thing to do, it could be like mocking her but in a different way. But I did wish that she could for once see, atleast see herself.