The Undying Flame Poem by Shuaib Saifi

The world is captured by the passing show
Of morning youth and smooth, unwrinkled skin,
Where transient tides of fashion ebb and flow,
And praise is spent on what is frail and thin.

Time steals the canvas where the artists trace
The fleeting colours of a summer day;
Age leaves a shadow on the brightest face,
When all the magic of the spring gives way.

Yet star-like eyes may prompt a shallow glance,
And some may worship beauty on the cheek,
Or coral lips that fade as years advance —
But higher beauty in the soul I seek.

For time can never dim a loyal heart,
Where true devotion is the noblest art.