Beauty And Virtue Poem by Binu Mathew

Don't be disheartened, dear lady, by deformity!
As Lord leaves flaws in every creation,
Nature's full of imperfections: With verbal dexterity,
I'll make your virtues immortal, for wide appreciation!

Lord only lends but artist grants forever!
When beauty stops at grave virtue marches on!
To illuminate like stars that never,
Go dim, stretching into infinity as world watches on!

If beauty's rose, virtue its fragrance beyond measure,
Moving far and wide on wings of wind.
Beauty's trifling but virtue's greatest treasure,
Of womanhood, that makes you one of a kind!

Woman, noblest of Lord's creation, is creator,
To fill the world with virtues, even greater!