Beauty

It’s in the eyes of the beholder
In the smile of a mother

In the solitude of silence

Even in the pain of distance

Hues of different colors 

In the soldier’s valour 

Sometimes, even in the tears 

Or reminiscing the yesteryears

Hidden in a child’s innocence

City’s commotion and dissonance

A brazen fit of laughter

And the words that flatter

Beauty is Godly 

Yet far from perfection

Beauty is nothing,

But your reflection. 

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