A flower in the garden
does not look into a mirror
to see its pleasant face,
nor does it wave a kerchief
to see the wind direction
its sweet fragrance to spread
The clouds in the sky sail in gay abandon
to drizzle drops of water
and make a backdrop for the sun
to sprinkle yellow, red and crimson colour
Lovely things on the earth
and the lovelier roof on top
spread magic without any break or a stop.
Pretty girls who stay slim and sweet,
make facials and appear without any blemish,
softly talk and with attractive gait walk
do not do all these for the sake of the mirror,
they usher a new world of wonders,
selfless ever in their endeavours –
‘a thing of beauty is a joy for ever’.
Life moves forward soaked with love
by a perennial gentle flowing river!