Resting On Beauty Poem by Gloria Seseng

The essence of beauty belongs
to a fruit of two treasured songs
On the wait to listen...lenses transformed to dusk
Our surface of character, was now wearing a musk
Which...inevitably also became deformed
time and again, when inner branches were reformed (pleased)
To protect the outer looks it admire’
Reality provoked the walls of self-desire!
It instantly rained confidence!
Surely her reason...for the name...was Prudence!

Dear God! Please open...don’t let them slit!
For the eyes of heaven, made a sharp split!
She got on her knees and asked-
Are you a spirit...or are you comforting the world?
Still on the wait...The sun sent a signal to the world!
To strike the Valera sack eyes of her attitude
For the strengthening, of her sluggish path altitude
Gradually to hide away the shade of comfort!
By conceiving a foundation of own effort!
To rest...!