Joy Of Beauty Poem by Durai Muhil

Wake up my dear love,
For it's time sun reached his hands,
Thro' to tickle you at your heart,
Open those windows to your heart,
Let the joy of beauty fill your heart to the brim,
Come on, let us walk hand in hand,
On those tiny blades of grass tickling us to the spine,
Step lightly dear, lest you shall
Destroy the dignity of that beauty,
Let us walk into an unending utopia,
Never to be woken up again by the vices of this world.