My Smiling Mona Lisa
On a holiday, I had an acquaintance, she smiled like Mona Lisa!
For her, I walked, biked, hiked, even flew miles by obtaining Visa,
Just to glimpse her smile, and smile back in Vice Versa!
Best wine's not a match her smile, I felt it was real Cocktail Mimosa.
Back in my hotel, I tried and smiled before the Mirror!
The mirror only grew misty, I could see my image Disappear,
Instead stood before, this smiling Mona, made me more Happier!
Her smile, how I wish I could telecast to make world Merrier.
The best of artists, I am sure can't paint her smiling lips menisci!
If they do, I bet they'll become popular than Lenardo da Vinci,
I can afford to change my gender, just to kiss her smile, so Juicy!
My Mona Lisa smile's can't be reproduced, it's a natural Fabonacci.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:Smile is inspiring, precious than gold or diamond. I try to smile while I am sad, sit watching smiling people.
Smiling lips are generally pictured as feminine gender but in my opinion smile knows no language,race,country,colour,sex, religion, caste, creed and is universally sensed by all including plants and animals. Smile's like a baby innocent and non-verbal powerful communicator, sometimes intoxicating, infectious and can generate love and generate peace worldwide. This inspired me to write this poem.