One Cannot Admire Beauty
One Cannot Admire Beauty


Her charming, adorable face, which exposed always
Two bright eyes that seemed to be eager to speak to me
And a lovely smile that emanated from all over the face,
Was there unbelievably for a long time in my memory;
Whenever I happened to look at a beautiful face or thing
I used to compare it with what was there in my memory
And I undoubtedly felt the comparison was totally wrong
As the new faces were no match to the hidden divine artistry;
But, what can I say, I had to feel a sudden disappointment
When I met her one day unexpectedly after several years
For, my eyes had failed to notice the old charm for a moment
Nor there was the sparkle in her eyes and the smile on the face.
“Are you not beautiful anymore?”, I whispered to myself
Since, for me, her beauty meant just her external appearance,
Which had faded over the years tempting me to laugh at
And at that moment I had become blind with indifference;
My blindness was the effect of the conditioning of my brain,
Which had formed its own opinion about anything that is beautiful,
And surrounding that opinion there was a sense of ruthlessness,
Which forbid me from knowing the phenomenon that was natural;
“Am I really an admirer of beauty?”, I asked myself one day
And “for admiring have I understood what is beauty?”, I queried,
“Is beauty just a sensation or is there a way to know the beauty?”
With all the inquiries within myself I became awfully worried;
As I continued to enquire deeper I was able to understand
How I had become ruthless at something while being an admirer
Since I had miserably failed to understand the reason behind
The absence of the usual sparkle in her eyes and the smile;
It was not too long when I decided to understand everything
And I called her to ask why she was not in her usual mood;
Her reply shocked me so much that I suddenly realized the beauty,
Which was in her gentle smile that hid the agony she really had.