POLISH  I polished my shoe using a blend of molten wax and color; exertingonerous strokes with my hands,As an aftermath they shone brilliantly under the sun; however after afew hours of transgressing through the streets; they were completelycovered with squalid mud.

I polished the nondescript wall using a canister full of turpentineoil; painting the same with shades of sparkling white,As a result it appeared a stupendous treat to the eye; however after awhile I noticed abashing chocolate smudges which the children must have leftwhile playing.

I polished the necklace of lackluster silver by dipping it in puremilk; vigorously kneading its periphery applying stringent lemon,As a manifestation it shimmered magnificently under the beams of moon;however when I sighted it after a few days it had again acquired incorrigiblestains of black juxtaposed with perspiration.

I polished my plate of food submerging it in a bath of foam; thenscrubbing it with a cloth of flocculent silk,It glistened marvelously as if brand new; however after consuming mymeal of rice and curry; it again got coated with blemishes of black and blue.

I polished the windscreen of my car drenching it in tepid water; thenmassaging it till it emanated a screeching sound,The effect was so incredulous that I could almost spot stars sleepingbehind the sun; however after few minutes of driving the glass again looked

tainted with a sheet of nascent dust lining its borders.

I polished my finger nails using scarlet nailpolish; meticulouslyapplying it to engulf the entire surface,The effect was pretty exotic as they conspicuously glimmered under thelights; however after a fortnight the color seemed to as evanescent as thepassing storms.

I polished my teeth using a fat smear of tangy toothpaste; resolutelystroking the brush umpteenth times on their surface,As a consequence the armory of my enamel radiated like scintillatingpearls; however as the day unveiled itself into night; I saw a host of germ andbacteria sticking merrily to them.

I polished my attire using an antiseptic bar of detergent; brushingaway the most minuscule particle of dust from my collar,As a result of which I got profoundly noticed in public; however aftera few minutes a speeding car sprayed a drizzle of fetid water while passing;and my immaculate demeanor was now converted to mere shambles.

I polished the floor all day using all sorts of modern contrivances;even going to the extent of licking it clean with my tongue,As an inevitable outcome it emitted brilliant ramifications of purity;however after sometime was rendered indescribable; as unruly strangers enteredwith their dirty feet.

But as far as my beloved was concerned she didn’t need the slightest ofsparkle; the slightest of ostentation to project her persona,

The inner beauty of her heart perennially shone; irrespective ofchanging seasons and the unleashing of time,She was the only person who by my perception was the most beautiful;the one who didn’t need the slightest of polish.