Beauty

As a beauty i am not a star,

there are many others who are handsome by far.

Some say look at your face but i don't mind it,

because i know i am far behind it,

for the beauty there are wars,

as a beauty i am not a star.

Gilded in gold,

ready to be sold,

silver in hand,

died leaving it on land,

Got mixed into sand,

& you say beauty never ends,

& also the gems,

people set as their aims

they want them at any cost,

but only their beauty get lost

They keep intrinsic beauty at a side,

because they are blind what's inside,

Thank God!

from all these things i remained far,

As a beauty i am not a star,

there are others who are handsome by far. 

Reviews

[Mohit Gautam]

Haye! your poem.

Right!! physical beauty is transitory not only with time but also long association with it makes it lose its property.

Very nicely written. I liked it very much.

[Ashutosh Verma]

Thankss Mohit you are such a great writer tooo...😄