Day 23: Ode to Mona Lisa

She looks up,
with no question,
but with million questions
She smiles ,
no hesitation ,
giving us a surprise.
She stands their alone,
In the green pastures as background.
Her dark hair,
which rests on her intelligent mind.
Curls down like curtain,
To hide the secret she so well hides.
She shines among the nature behind,
The river that flows,
Her smiling eyes glow.
They tell us something,
To everyone.
Her flawless skin,
charms us.
How well she is created,
The Exquisite Beauty.
Her plump figure tells us ,
Woman is happy,'free minded!
Which seldom woman are...
She is not picturesque beauty,
Like perfectly sculpted.
But something about her is charismatic.
We stand looking at her,
trying to figure out reason,
 why we do so?
Then you realize,
Its her smile,
The famous smile,Da Vinci painted.
The smile that hid some secret.
Our eyes rest on her thin lips,
Curved into smile.
Is she mocking us?
Or giving us a clue about this life?
And we never find out the secret.
We never unravel the hold of her smile...
And that what takes us back.
To the Lady ,
Important secret she hides!