Beauty
Beauty
Beauty, what is it? An abstract thing!
Is it the glow of the face,
The shining eyes, the long neck,
The high cheeks and the graceful looks.
Is it a symbol,
That attracts thousands and thousands
When one passes across a crowd of
Millions and millions.
Is it everlasting!
Does it go along with,
Till one reaches the fag end of ones age.
Then, from where comes
The wrinkles on the face,
The stiffness in muscles,
The bend in the backbone,
And the whiteness in the swaying curls.
Or, is beauty
The purity of ones soul,
The high moral that keeps
The neck erect.
Or the goodness at ones heart, or
The kindness that reflects
Through ones actions.
Or the speech, the way of interaction
The politeness of ones tongue,
The brightness of one’s honesty,
That makes the millions dumb.
Beauty that reflects from one’s face
Dies within no time,
The passing time put
Marks on one’s face And
The anxieties do the rest.
Beauty of one’s soul,
Kindness at ones heart,
The politeness in one’s speech,
The high moral lasts till one finds
Few yards beneath the soil,
The everlasting place.
Time can never pierce through
The values one carries along.
Beauty of a face
Is a friend of few days
But the beauty of a soul never departs.
It makes a soul immortal
Even after the hands of death
Takes one away in her lap.