Plunge Poem by Cyriac Maliakkal

Changed habit of every human being's mind;
Never find a real way only the reflection.
Few find inside they are blind
Next find outside.
Imaginations on a form of beauty.
Non faculty of seekers of inside
Touched the world of beauty not creative.
When see interim beauty see again
As the sight of inferno.
See the pathos and affection of
Never touched framed outside.
Physical beauty never allow to change of ideas.
Spiritual beauty touch the world.