Poetry

1. BEAUTY NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED
The Sun in the cosmos itself doesn’t know the omnipotence in its shine; the blazing
yellow circumventing its persona,
Its only when we profoundly admire its tenacity; the blistering heat it imparts to
fumigate pallid earth; does it comes to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The crimson colored rose itself doesn’t know the mesmerizing odor it emanates; the
voluptuous complexion profusely embedded in its core,
Its only when we cherish its enchanting fragrance; the stupendous sight it portrays
when sighted at evanescent dawn; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The star twinkling amidst naked patches of sky itself doesn’t know its shine; the
radiance that envelops its incongruous silhouette,
Its only when we applaud it for its resplendence; the illumination it provides in the
chilly night; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The boundless ocean itself doesn’t know about its infinite size; the unfathomable
depth it incorporates in its belly,
Its only when we exuberantly praise its swirling waves; ravishing froth striking the
shores; scores of glistening white sharks swimming; does it come to realize that it is
indeed beautiful.
The opalescent butterfly itself doesn’t know about its multicolored wings; the
swishing tentacles extruding from beneath its eyes,
Its only when we acclaim it for its nimble footed flight in the air; the delectable
draughts of wind it engenders while flying; does it come to realize that it is indeed
beautiful.
The vivacious reptile itself doesn’t know about its hiss; the mystically slithering body
it possesses,
Its only when we laud it for its tantalizingly shimmering skin; the remarkably
transparent eyes; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The obdurate shell of coconut itself doesn’t know about its stone shell; the
incredulous heights it projects from on the tall tree,
Its only when we value it for its appetizing juice; the immaculate and sumptuous pulp
incarcerated in its walls; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The slime-coated oyster itself doesn’t know about its wealth; the loose ferns
agglutinated to its visage,
Its only when we treasure it for its scintillating pearls; the rejuvenating salty water
which ejects when we slice its body; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

2. The newly born infant itself doesn’t know about its innocuous heart; the tiny legs that
caress its mother,
Its only when we clap at it for mustering courage to walk; the frivolous smiles it does
when tickled; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
Beauty is a virtue embodied in all of us transgressing through the surface of this
earth; it is a blessing we are all born with,
All though we remain indiscreetly oblivious to it; as we don’t admire it,
Beauty is too precious to be neglected; too sacrosanct to be ignominiously
condemned; beauty needs to be appreciated.