Dave Tanwar (July 17 / Jodhpur, India)

While walking though the land of solitary pastures
from one meadows to another filled with rapture
Nature at such a perfection i thought it never was
splendid beauty spread though miles without a flaws
but then my eyes halted at the sight of your face
such a divine grace that eyes never earlier faced
i asked myself numerous questions
beauty of nature an illusion! I said in my confession
your beauty that ceased my whole day and night
beauty that only could suppress the ego of holy might
and before i could grasp another breath
even My heart to beat seems like it forget
my heart missed a beat, which it never does
now i was lost 'twixt your eyes, slothfully abuzz
if some one beautiful like you roam on this earth
on what ground nature consider its beauty of any worth
was the nature though all these years in some illusion
how could she ever over look your beauty's profusion
come with me for a walk of these solitary pastures
let me turn into ash the ecstasy of nature lost in rapture
crush it ego for filthy fire of desire
and force her now, that its your charm that she admire
she must accept that if one is beautiful its not her but you
ever definition of beauty that god in your soul imbue
so come my darling not her ego for a second more last
Nature is beautiful, lets turn this thing, a thing of past