By S.Sahana
Beauty is the innocent laughter of a baby,
and also the fine wrinkles of an old man who is
crabby;
It is basically something that pleases the senses,
charm of a person that slowly diffuses;
Spreading a warm smile in the surrounding,
It can be the fresh verdant land of crop;
or the contemplating silence on a bleak hilltop,
The definition slowly evolves and becomes smoother,
like a river boulder;
Truly .... Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
What ls A Poem ...About..
A poem is not a string of words...
But a journey across worlds...
Through the nations,
Across the seas of imagination And fantasy.
A poem is not a verse of two,
But the feeling inside of you ;
When the lines illumine your mind,
And the poetry comes alive...
A poet is a painter,
My brush is my pen
My Canvas is the world.,
Where the colours blend.
By S.Sahana
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