Real Beauty Poem by kalyan mech

You are turning the passerby crazy
By your intolerable beauty,
I am digging a way out
To make them free.

You play with the foam of imported soap,
I die in the metaphysics
Of Lenin's, Marx's or Socrates's words.

You are free mind, play with your desire; beauty queen.
I am a prisoner of thoughts,
Helpless; a dust particle.

Haven't you seen a weary sun
Taking a bath at ocean's end? Have you.
Haven't you seen a mountain peak
Covered by roaming clouds?

Tell me what a naked soul is.
Tell me what a striped love is.

If you are unknown to these
Then walk on the streets of 50's.
There you will find how old women
Fight for beauty; the real beauty.
Ask the lean old man,
Who's backbone is bended
By the loads of sacrifices,
What is the price of a heap of happiness?

You flying your hair with ragen hair vitalizer
Against patriotic storms,
Intoxicating your views with brand imported wines.

If you want to drink
Then drink the wine of my eyes.
May somehow a wick of candle
Crackle inside your heart.

Dear, don't be proud of your worthless beauty,
Only real beauty is praised after it is observed.