The Beauty

The beauty, more covetable than the charm of breasts
Of a pretty woman, hidden somewhere in this world
Or in the dreams of a poet, yet to come;

In search of that beauty and Its pleasure, still I walk
Throughout this life where tyranny is the only pride
Of the rulers; still I digging my own body
Until and unless I find the center of the bones

And I've touched the nothingness-points of
Roses and all the flowers that smiling with deception
And on the peak of so called achievement hills

by Rahman Henry

Comments (14)

Very Inspiring lines and such a wonderful selection of ideas and words and presentation of the theme. thankyou dear poet.
Verily, life is a struggle till the last breath
Excellent imagery poem. It has touched my heart. I enjoyed to read It. So, take my heartiest thanks dearest poet Rahman Henry. Be well always.
Inspired lines and such a wonderful write Rahman!
In search of that beauty and Its pleasure, still I walk Throughout this life where tyranny is the only pride Of the rulers; still I digging my own body Until and unless I find the center of the bones
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