“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication”.

That Mona Lisa portrait I got painted “flawed”.
I was restless. It’s a competition. She said:
‘It’s okay. Mona Lisa, you so much applaud.
The universe is well-knit in a holy thread…

Throw out that “mask” that covers you from seeing all,
That needs to be seen in sincerity and truth;
When the mirages are “torn” and truth loudly bawl
You will see me, the Mona, hidden in your booth’.

I have a Mona within; Lisa she needs not,
Though she seems “imperfect”, she’s ever perfect truth.
This Mona tells me, imperfections are a lot,
What one needs to pursue is paths with perfect youth.

When I heard what my Mona, my sweetheart had said,
My mania of such Mona Lisa got “cracked”.
There born a love for a Mona who’s no more dead,
That has withstood much a long loan lineless “facade”.

Mona, Lisa, or Monalisa – the same truth…
Meanings get “broken” when we get misunderstand.
“Illusion”, indeed, plays a role crookedly smooth,
Even gods of heavens not fully understand.

Mona, I love you for revealing this great truth.
I love you now so much more than ever before.
The outlook of truth that all your life’s ever youth,
Turn the tides of dilemmas to real love lore.