You may pick her for the Vinci's famous frame,
But crave won't she to being a Mona Lisa;
Neither will she for Michel's arty acclaim
Love, if returns the sculptor of the Renaissance.
For she is Mama, and not like any other.
O yes, so rare is she by brain and beauty,
And by perfection does from damsels differ,
Yet too unknown for you to hear or see.
The world is fill'd with magnificent beauties,
What if appears not she for you to notice?
And Nature's ceaseless with pleasant melodies,
What if unheard is her mellifluous voice?
Let her grow in the divine concealment
Till our character's cleaned off defilement.
-- N P Samal
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