"Model"

They looked at her and asked her,
"Will you pose nude,wearing just a fur?"
She sucked in her breath and then said,
"Not just my skin,even my soul will be bared.
Will you take a closer look and within it peek,
And it's pristine beauty,to paint,will you seek?
This body,a mass of blood and ungainly flesh,
A slave of time,destined for dust and burnt ash,
A purgatory,burning in the flames of lust and sin,
Would you want to capture it on a canvas,virgin?
Ask for my heart,like a new born chick's,aflutter,
I'll rip it off this gory cage and lay it on a platter.
Touch it with your brush, dipped in colour myriad,
Of love and benignity,in your grace,let it be dyed.
It will be attuned to each of it's rhythmic beat,
Singing your praise for setting it on the immortal seat.
Me,a mere mortal,shares your flaws in equal measure,
Futile exercise this,to immortalize, for visual pleasure.
Paint, if you can,the glory of the Almighty,
With colours divine,befitting a heavenly Deity.
Your name will outlive time, space and age,
Death will bow to you and revere you like the Sage".

                                                                           Chandni