Beauty And Love Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Love lorn souls come unstuck,
unable to gauge the profundity
of beauty in its essence.
Inane selfishness makes
even beauty seem transient.

Being in love with beauty
can transcend the transience.
Possession punctures
beauty and makes it just
a laboured adjective.

Devote to beauty,
devoutly allow to be
churned by its ebbs and flows.
Falling in love with beauty
is salvation, not being in love.

Love, don't be misled by
its vagaries and let the eyes
not pop out yearning for
dawns that are false.
Love beauty, by not being in love.