Mona Lisa

What is it that you’re hiding

Sweet Mona Lisa

Behind the pale sadness

Of your veiled naughtiness?

Did the one whom you loved

Eject you conveniently?

With an excuse like:

“Oh, I didn’t mean that at all!

Never meant that!”

Do you still carry love in your heart

For that silly, shallow flirt?

Do memories refuse to wean themselves

And feed your heart with sweetness

Whose delusion garbles

The contours of your lips?

And the glitter of your eyes?

Is it pain deep within

That makes you smile

Pregnant with meanings?