SONNET ON BEAUTY 2ND

O' how beautifully doth thou there stand ,
In the surroundings of ever green tree,
Thine face beauty makes the Cresent Moon brand ;
Thou tempting smile is ecstatic in glee.

Thine lips are much more red than blooming roses,
They seem like two parts of  ripe strawberry;
The juice of love falls dripping as doses;
When thou press thine lips, the scent gets airy.

Thine traditional Indian seree looks as deep as the blue sky;
As if thou wrapping the whole sky around thou body in cherry;
Thine wearing Rudraksha at hand seems as pure as Shiva's gay;
As if there are thousands of love seed moves in merry.

Thus the reunion of love between us is preserved,
And the  platonic love of Radha Krishna in Vrindavan is reserved.