In a quaint Goan art gallery
I met an extremely beautiful young lady
She told me her name was Irene
Her charm fascinated me greatly
I walked on lanes of poesy
To write a little verse on Irene

I realised…
A women’s real beauty is more than what the eyes see
Or what the words can say through poetry
A women is a poetry in flesh and blood
Written by god who is the greatest poet of all.

Since Irene is a beautiful women
She is already a well written poetry
What more poem could I write of Irene