Beauty by R.Krishnamurthy

Till you bloomed
I didn’t notice your beauty
I thought you a roadside
Plant, planted by municipality

Till you cooed
I regarded you as a bird
That is looking for warms
Now I know you have a sweet voice.

Till you wore a saree
I regarded you as a girl
Never thought you had a curl
The uniform hiding your beauty.

So much beauty all around me
I need not go to Ooty
Just need to open my eyes wide
Nature looking like a bride.