Beauty is not a thing of eyes
ears, nose, tongue or skin;
she's far deep, deeper than sea-
or may be, she's just love within.
Try unwrap her, she would resist;
beauty is shy, she's always blushing-
her eyes narrow, cheeks flush,
her teeth on her lips- softly biting.
Not touch her yet, hands are rough;
rather send few songs of your heart-
soft, sweet, may be little melodious;
See- her eyes widen, and she gasps.
Have an arrow, tipped with love-
beauty is deep, but not invincible.
Shoot her from bow of your heart
see, how she surrenders, fragile.
Yet beauty is far deep and invincible.
it takes you a heart- as deep as sea
as big as sky, as coloured as rainbow
as fragrant as rose, as sweet as honey.
Beauty is not a thing of five senses
she's the thing of that extra sense;
the sense- that pervades time, space
and forms us, and our true essence.
© Arun Maji
The essence and intricacies of beauty - a phenomenon as undefinable as it's perceivable is aptly captured in the poem. A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy For Ever - John Keats. Piece of great elegance written with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent definition of beauty.... Well said Sir.... Thank you for this wonderful posting