Beauty a fool’s paradise,
Which time eradicates lovingly.
The perfect platonic eyes,
that may mesmerize.
The rosy pink lips,
With perfect fingertips.
Those black vines,
hanging from heaven’s pride.
Perfect skin,
snow akin.
Eyes deceived by,
what they see.
Rather,
what they wish to see.
You see beauty,
I see transience.
Hearts are where,
beauty lies.
For time may eradicate,
what you desire to see.
Hearts are tempered,
by the tumultuous tide of time.
Where lies the beauty?
I give you thy conundrum,
to think ‘bout in humdrum.
Abhishek Verma is a researcher in the field of deep learning and artificial intelligence. He likes to write about the logical way of self-improvement. Spurred by emotions, he also likes to write poetry. Stay in touch by joining his newsletter. Follow him on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest and Mix.
