The Better Beauty Poem by Naveed Akram

The better form of beauty is from the eyes,
Ears love equally and lovingly from the very sound.
The sounds augustly resonate smoothly when
Legions of photons discuss their existence.
The better form of beauty resides in the heavens,
Dying happily I regret not the universe's woes,
Nor the jingle of hearts as they expire and grow tall.

The height of laughter enters the hearts of men who
Cause the effects of history, and bend the stalwart men.
These are the nights of difference, and lights of pain,
The days of disaster and the rights of a blaster.
Regions make other regions unhappy, but we are solid
And liquid and gold, full of resonance like the sounds
Around our eyes and ears as they falter and sway.