Beauty.

Beauty.

Instead of nightmare
when I get up morrow
and observe the red glow sky,
I enjoy the beauty with care.

When I am exhausted
under the scroching sun
I take shelter under bower.
it brings me repose very clear.

When under the hot desert,
I find a cool stream,
It gives me serenity
and I enjoy its beauty.

Instead of having thrones,
under the petels.
I am mesmerised by the beauty of the rose
and fascinated by its fragrance.

So beauty revives me,
inspite of despondency.
I take this immortal drink
which comes fron heaven's brink.