Treasure Island

Prof. Ayaz Momin

(19 JANUARY 1957 / Bombay)

Beauty Forever


The Beauty -
Is not in her wear,
Nor her figure,
Or the way she styles her hair.

The Beauty –
Is in the beholder's eyes,
A passage to her heart,
Where the Love resides.

The Beauty -
Is not in her mole,
But in refection
Of her soul.

She cares - For her Passion shows,
O'er the past years,
It's only her Beauty
That grows and grows.

© Ayaz Momin.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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  • C. P. Sharma (7/31/2009 8:39:00 AM)

    Awesome poetry and beauty.

    The Beauty -
    Is not in her mole,
    But in refection
    Of her soul.

    I loved these lines. Thanks a lot for soul sharing.
    CP (Report) Reply

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