THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Beauty It is not the question of the beauty, In the eyes of the beholders, that stays. It is the question of the beauty, Behind every painted face, that hides. We know not, behind every painted one, Can reside, the infidel mind, so untruthful, To grant you the unglorified love, That comes along so sweet at first, sour later. They are an object that everyone plays with, As it is caused to appear so charming Not by characters, but by flesh. Beauty should be from within, Purely exposed, without an infidel mind. Like a ruby, an object should be, Isolated, so holy and with pure action. Thus, beauty should be something that fears, Not men but God. Then shall you encounter the actual one, Something worth to spend a lifetime with.
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