True Beauty

True beauty shuns comparison

Uniqueness is the bed from where life’s risen

Freedom and beauty, they can’t be confined

Through a face and a form, they can’t be defined

The mind has a grading scale for beauty

Tempting awareness to go off duty

Struggling to conform, being less unique

We lose touch with beauty’s hidden mystique

When a lush green tree becomes dry leaves

Its beauty has not been stolen by thieves

Beauty disappears only in the mind’s scale

It weighs and decides, whether to denigrate or hail

Beauty is simple and deep when the mind’s uninvolved

There’s a spark of beauty in every speck that’s evolved

When the eyes part company with the mind

They are free to appreciate the beauty of every kind