Treasure Island

Arti Chopra

(16 Nov 1953 / Jammu)

What is beauty


beauty they say
is being fair of face
beauty is unexplainable
its everywhere, at everyplace

theres beauty in a mothers eyes
and beauty in a babys face
beauty in a soaring tree
and beauty in a
deserted place

beauty in knobbly hands,
that are weathered due to toil and pace
beauty in natures creations
beauty in His kindness and grace

beauty in the joy of parenthood
beauty in the love of friends
beauty too in adversities
and the angels of mercy he also sends

so much beauty, so much joy
all around if we care to see
this world is full of wondrous things
not apparent to you and me

stop to savour reflect awhile
there is beauty all around
things that happen, prayers anwered
His beauty leaves you spellbound

Submitted: Friday, May 28, 2010

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