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was she beautiful?
Cleopatra was beautiful
They say
But, what is beauty
Nobody tells.
The "most beautiful" may not be
So beautiful as the other one
The beauty is nowhere except
Inside the one who discovers it
Is it then a self-reflection?
Difficult to affirm
Seems something more,
Looks like a source of ecstasy
See the flowers, breeze and
The setting sun
Are they not beautiful?
Oblivious of the beholder,
Their beauty oozes itself
Beauty is thus a purpose per se.
Beauty is truth embodied
Dispersed everywhere
From mountain tops to ocean floors
Only at times, eyes discover
A trait distinct from the whole
That becomes beautiful.
Eternal like time and space
Emitting cosmic consciousness
Manifests itself as beauty
When it meets the seeking eye
But it always exists, lies hidden
Unless seen
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Kishore R R
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