What is beauty?
Is it the one that the eyes view,
Of skin that’s flawless,
In various shades,
Of eyes that convey,
A hundred tales.
Of a smile,
That hides a hundred sorrows.
What is beauty?
Is it the physical strength,
That is able to bear,
Every burden that’s thrust on it?
Be it as a brother, son, father or husband, boy-friend or partner,
Or as a daughter, sister, mother, wife, girl-friend or partner.
Where does one seek beauty?
In words, in deeds, in what?
Can you measure the beauty of a mother’s love for her child?
When a soldier away from friends and family,
Lies bleeding on the war-front as he wages a battle!
Can you measure that patriotic fervour?
Isn’t that a wonderful form of beauty in itself?
Have you ever held a puppy in your arms?
When the puppy looks into your eyes,
Your heart melts and you feel an inner joy,
As the puppy licks your face!
Can you even describe the beauty,
Of that one wonderful moment?
When you seek to find a soul-mate,
And he/she says “Yes”!
That one magical moment,
When two souls agree to become one!
Can you describe the ‘beauty’ of that one moment?
When as a friend, you make that ultimate sacrifice,
You know your friend will never manage,
To handle rejection and you help orchestrate,
A new bond between him and the one,
Whom you loved, but could never express!
Is that beauty or bloody foolhardiness?
Time they. say heals a lot of wounds,
So isn’t time beautiful??
How do you measure ‘beauty’?
Can you handle the death of a loved one?
Move on, forgive those who wronged you,
Live on without regrets or malice?
Isn’t that beauty?
What is beauty??