Poem: Beauty

A lot of words I read today,

With different meanings, different shades;

So different, but they said one thing;

They all were meant to pass the gates

of life to enter death's regime.

However, big a person is,

Whatever fame and name he has,

The author of this book of life,

Will never let his name stay,

Forever in this life's book.

However , beauty of thy face

For me amidst this life and death,

is like a goodly glass of wine,

That brings me peace and blissful calm

Amidst the threats of finitude.



Khalid Jamil Rawat