The crisscross of slender lines evokes
The image of silhouette of a slim leaf,
Etched with a peacock feather
On fine sand.
The red rouge collected suggests
Roseate streaks of the setting sun
Or the red dust floating on
A tapering stream.
The sagging skin is a curve of
A honeycomb hanging from a tree.
The moles serve as speed breakers:
No danger of hand‘s slipping
In caressing your cheeks!
Source: Romi Jain, Poetry! You Resurrect Me (2011)