Beautitude

In the flood of plants Your ark stands Bowing not to the heat of race, To claim a place. You defied nature- Like the awaited creature. An ark of bliss, Who bears peace Unglued to your likes riches, But full of benign kindness Rich in passion- And having lips of potion. Words shame at your stand Succumb to your rare kind. The illumination of your hue On minds is ever new. Even the dark testify to your glow That breaks their might and soul You are fresher than a morning wine, To that drinking becomes a crime Not even hundred score of breath- Can preserve you on earth. Nightingale can't sing your splendour Not even the veil can hide your grandeur You majesty of time The beauty I mime A momemt thought needy If you will deem it worthy. You I will engrave on my heart To be, so long it beats.