Beauty
Many hands have perturbed the body of Beauty
Many heads have been piled on the foot of Beauty
Me, blind, embarrassed, infatuated-
Wail, Oh, God! Why must Beauty dazzle like that?
If the keen blade of Beauty rends eternity,
I will disperse my heart perpetually-
If the scattered meats increases
the hunger of a voluptuous tongue
Me, a hungry mendicant, bending my knees-
Smeared with the evasive misty tincture of Morn,
Defrauded by the essence of enormous self-drenched delusion-
The beauty of the moon gets eclipsed
As the day becomes rapturous-
The dishes of Beauty display
Twinkling pearls in clay
Evoking ever-tempting ripe red grapes
to be swallowed after play-
An ascetic duck can not help but drown
Into the riddle of Beauty.
When nights get involved in the classical meditation of Beauty
Never-budding feathers of a submissive Heart
Tries relentlessly to flutter its wings
As the eyes of Beauty glares eternally-
Beauty rushes to behold the glory of Green
If a lover searches her in the womb of wood
Miracles mingle with an aesthetic glance
When the suppressed soul of a poet
Is plunged into the womb of Beauty.
About the Creator
Lutful Haider Mahiuddin
As an educator, reader, writer, and traveler, love to study history, anthropology, geography, demography, health-related issues, and human relationships. Write poems, and articles on fruits, vegetables, spices, and herbs that benefit us.
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This writing was superb. I liked it a great deal and couldn't discover any faults. You're welcome! May your day be full of continuous smiles!