The Glass

3)      The  glass

She   is   young  and  cute ,

Tactile  lass  in  her charming twenties,

conventional  aura   alcoves

a  special  rhythm  on  her forehead,

She    holds   the Belgium  glass,

Her   Transparency  in the

Double   transparent water,

Face  reflected in the still,   static liquid,

Not  a post modern girl , sees

Her grand mother’s visage  now

In the pure white  water,

Tradition  speaks  silent.