To a beauty By R.Krishnamurthy

Lady, I worship thee like a deity 
Maybe it is thy angelic face
One glimpse of it changes my fate
Even a devil forgets his cruelty

Lady I am enamoured of thy bosom
It spellbound me like a rose blossom 
Even a king would give up his kingdom 
If you demand it for his ransom

O,damsel, I am swayed by thy waist 
My heart simply skips a beat or two 
A sculptor will find there a statue 
A marble chiselled will be a monument

O,maiden I will not ask thy age 
I know you are still in your teens 
Maybe seventeen, or sixteen 
To be fair, you are not ready for marriage

O,darling, I wax like a poet laureate 
Like an urn from Greece, you cast a spell 
Don’t go away ,my poem is not over yet
I can breathe thy fragrance from a mile.