The Beauty

Beauty is joy forever

So we crush such object not in anger

But protect with care

And act fair.

 

God too

Make them pass through

In stage of delicacy

With the protection daily.

 

So thorns are around

But found

Only when we try to pluck

Your badly bleeding when struck.

 

People try to molest

And do their best

To have or acquire

With all steps needed there.

 

When love takes place?

It sees no race

Black or white color

But only human flavor.

 

Good eyes observe

And serve

An Intention with earnest

To the passing of all tests.