Ohh! His was an insatiable thirst; She was the talk of the entire state; Young or old, boy or girl, no distinction there. They all crooned her songs, with their own dreams, Imagining her words to bend them to their own fantasies!
Her singing words had perfect harmony With such passion and compassion, love, forlorn. Her voice touching the very core of human emotions, The boy felt goose bumps by her feathery touch of his soul. Blessed he felt for his flair for her music, ambrosial.
Oh. Wouldn’t I give her every fiber in my body? He anguished; the honey-soaked voice, words, heady! Her dancing lyrics surrounding his just awakening feelings. His one wish was just to have a glance at her, his eyeful! Sometimes wishes may be granted in a twisted way!
He came to me, that is my nephew, you know. I knew he wanted to unburden his deep disillusion. I waited calmly for his sorrow to abate a little somehow. My patience prevailed; nephew blurted out all of a sudden. “Aunty, can you imagine how fat and ugly that singer is?
I told him, not in a mocking, “told you so” way. “You know well where the shining pearls come from? Or the silky roses have the thorns hidden in their midst? You are judging the book by its cover and not by its content! The quality of her talent is greater than your idea of beauty.
God was happy when he created the handsome you; But, He had obligation to care for his other myriad children, The Omniscient saw her etherial beauty under her skin. Hence her voice, comparable to no other songsters. Can you tell me if you will please, beauty or quality?