The Beauty Is Defined

What we have not
Is what we long for
And wherein we find
What we long for
Is what we see as beauty.
The dark to the white,
the slim to the plump,
The bold to the meek,
The lecherous to the modest
Bear better appeal.
No one goes without pairs;
No virgin dies in despair.
01.07.96

by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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I have just set this beautiful poem to music for choir and flute
The poem is a sonnet of fourteen lines. It tells us how the poet is soo inquisitive to know what the bird is doing and how he peeps into the nest to find out the secrets of the bird the discreption of the eggs and the babies flying away joyfully makes us feel that we ourselves witnessing the birds secret activities. By theiva.