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.
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