Subixa, the singer

A slim, fair, tall, young maiden on the stage,

Singing Carnatic music for an hour,

Struck my chord with her grace and modern looks.

Save her head and limbs, no skin was visible.

The seventh day moon was her close forehead.

The nose, neither broad nor sharp, was in place.

Her lips, by width and breadth, were fabulous,

So charming that my eyes never took off.

The chin, a Cape Comarine, is nice to watch.

Her neck, a peduncle, betrayed blue veins.

The hair, hung in style, was a crown on head.

She was such a beauty as could be felt

And processed without any vulgar thought

Even by men of passion, to say the least.

23.01.2012