Beauty….

Today, I sign up in beauty…..

The beauty of Gold over soil,

The beauty of sky hugging the trees,

The beauty of Birds, that extract all my tensions, by flapping their wings, in peaceful air,

The beauty of Sun, when it kisses the soil,

The beauty of Giving Life, with no desires,

THAT BEAUTY…..

THAT BEAUTY…..

But,

We find beauty in such beautiful statues, who is temporary…

Who Inhale or Exhale…

Who broke by words…

Who like you, but not love you…

THAT BEAUTY…..

THAT BEAUTY…..

But,

The beauty is that,

Which lies in the words of William Wordsworth…



The beauty, which lies in taking care of life…

The beauty…..

which lies in the relationship of Earth with its beauty…

The beauty, which lies in words, that flow with the streams of water…

THAT BEAUTY…..

THAT BEAUTY…..

The beauty, that we neglect…

The beauty, that we forget…

The beauty, that we deny…

The beauty, that is on Calenders now…

THAT BEAUTY…..

THAT BEAUTY…..

But, today…

The beauty is called a STATE…

The state which followed by, commas and plosives…

THAT BEAUTY…..

THAT BEAUTY…..

” THE BEAUTY IS A SYMMETRY, ORDER AND DISCIPLINE”.