Why is it so?
That beauty is an unfathomable mistress?
…like the uncertain truth…
Of a certain paradox…
The beauty of joy,
Is in its irony.
The beauty of smile,
In its tear.
The beauty of desire
Is in its incompletion.
The beauty of a poem,
In its vain-ness.
That of emotion,
In its numbness…
That of sorrow,
In its convalescence.
The beauty of past,
is in its eternity,
and that of future,
in its anonymity.
The beauty of beauty
Is in its ugliness…
That of life,
…in its death…
The beauty of
The search of it,
Is in its endlessness….
intelligent write... so poetic...with great ideas of choosing the word i like the thoughts.....search for true beauty... the beauty within....10+++
your poem is a beautiful endless search to find out what beauty really is...good intelligent write, Sarvesh...not lacking in ideas poetic...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like your analytical style hitting the bull's eye....great work.........10