Beauty varies from you and me
Often eyes get confused what they really see
Roses seen now, weren't the same seen then
They mystify our mind with- how, what and when
Beauty's skin deep, what mortal eyes can't see
Since on surface they roll and never hold the key
But beauty's beautiful, forever upholds sanctity
Before the eyes of soul, it's the ultimate reality
In the creation of God all are equal
And equally embody beauty at their core, afterall
Such beauty never perishes, nor a victim of time
If seen with love, it doth forever shine
And it's above human estimation and beyond measure
It's the quintessence and our soul's greatest treasure.
©® P. K. Panda, India.
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