Where Is Beauty, In The Flowers Or In The Maidens Strange? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where is beauty, whether in flowers
Of maidens exquisitely beautiful,
Meeting strangely,
Where is it?

When praise I the flowers,
Held in by their exquisite beauty,
I think it,
There is nothing like that,
So natural and lovely,
So fresh and fine.

But when find I the maidens
Standing before,
So beautiful to see,
Bowling me out
At the first glance,
I find yself at an awkward position.

Now have I come to the conclusion,
The maidens too can be like flowers,
A few of them fail the flowers
And a few flowers too fail the maidens.