Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Beauty to me

Beauty to me is a child's smile,
Innocence dripping from it,
Lost in his own little world,
Nothing else matters a bit.

Beautiful are his jumbled words,
Whose meaning none can decipher,
Beautiful are his little hands,
Nimble like  pristine feather.

Beauty to me is my mother's face,
Waking me up from sleep,
Beauty is in her twinkling eyes,
The reassuring gaze of promises to keep.

Beautiful is the drop of sweat,
Sparking on her brow,
Beautiful is her sweet smell;
Prevailing even in the afterglow.

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  1. thats a beautiful post on real beauty!! of innocence of a child and the pure love of a mother :)
    nice one :)

  2. I have special love towards touching poem.. This touched my heart.. Wonderful.. here is a heart expressing what does true beauty means

    Someone is Special

  3. voted!

    vote for this if you like it.

  4. Lovely. Simple,unaffected, straight from the heart. Very refreshing.