Beauty Of The Soul

Just as a raindrop loses its identity willingly on touching the land, 

So do you have to my dear,

Why do you conceal the beauty inside you? 

Let it lose itself by the act of revelation to the world,

Rather than slowly dying inside you.

What's the need of this concealment? 

A hidden treasure lies in your eyes, 

A mystery that needs to be unfolded.

The admirers are abundant, but beauty is rare.

You are the latter, rejoice this.

Coz one fine day, when existence bids adieu to you, 

The beauty of your soul will be there, intact, for eons together.

Passing on from admirer to admirer, across generations.

You become immortal by revealing the beauty of your soul.

How would you like to do that?