Tuesday, June 15, 2004
BEAUTY
Beautiful dawn with the morning dew,
I drew my curtains and saw clouds a few,
I jumped downstairs with unrestrained glee,
to lay my hands on the beautiful creations of Thee.
Fields of Chrysanthemum dotted with weeds of roses few,
smiling and waving their petals at me,
winking and nodding with majestic ease,
waiting to be admired and willing to be plucked.
Still as I look at them in between the covers of my book,
I am overcome with shame and unbearable pain…
As even if the will of God is to pass away,
It is not for us to decorate the grief of else to cheer our day
Beautiful dawn with the morning dew,
I drew my curtains and saw clouds a few,
I jumped downstairs with unrestrained glee,
to lay my hands on the beautiful creations of Thee.
Fields of Chrysanthemum dotted with weeds of roses few,
smiling and waving their petals at me,
winking and nodding with majestic ease,
waiting to be admired and willing to be plucked.
Still as I look at them in between the covers of my book,
I am overcome with shame and unbearable pain…
As even if the will of God is to pass away,
It is not for us to decorate the grief of else to cheer our day
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