Jay P Narain (Jan.1945 / Bihar, India)
When I look at a beautiful woman,
my mind dreams of a passionate love,
but when the lust for passion subsides,
I am still looking for the beauty in love.
Beauty is in the eye of beholder,
some sees it in the beauty of a woman,
some find it in the glory of nature,
some discover it in the unselfish love,
some detect it in the revealings of a passionate heart.
The color of skin is only skin deep,
the sight of a beauty is only eye deep,
the inner beauty is real and lies in an intimate heart,
the real beauty itself is the reflection of a virtuous soul.
The external beauty lasts only for a few years,
It gets tarnished by the ravages of time and age,
The inner beauty lasts for ever,
It leaves its marks on the hearts it touches.
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