Even God Himself was
amazed in His own creation.
Beast In Beauty
Might He wondered in His
own creation
Seeing the most excellent
work ever He did
Might He murmured Himself,
‘Can’t I ever make perhaps
such others"
Unaware of her exquisite
beauty
Grew she like the wave of
sea
Unnoticed, she turned into
youth
Like the Lilly of the
spring
Every step she moved
Illuminated she the
celestial grace and charm
She was the adorable of
all
People said ‘poor she’
‘Creator didn't do her
just’
But she didn't mind what she
was
For being forbidden to see
the beautiful world
But was intelligent enough
to filter every word
Yet the laughter of plain
eyes
Drew everyone’s attention
twice
Like the high tide of the
sea
She rose and fell
As natural instinct, heart
she did unveil
To a finest man, whom she
claimed
A strong man full of youth
and vitality
Who loved her so dearly
They adored each other
Like do any crazy lover
They took walks everywhere
And vowed not to betray in
any weather
They talked of their
future plan
Sometimes they roamed in
calm
She was the darling of him
They said ‘poor he’
‘Creator didn't do him
just’
As he was an ugliest stuff
A deep scar on his left
cheek
Appeared to others a
horrifying beast
A pair of deep eyes though
was bright
Indicated left while the
things were in right
And long bent nose
Messed his all pose
But the profound love and
care he gave
Made her wild and hysteric
Discontent made him was
her eyes
Although elegance and
virtues all she possessed
Still incomplete, he
realized
He scolded the Creator
But with great devotion he
called her God
Just to make her a perfect
girl
Having heard his earnest
prayer
With great thunder, in
compulsion
Descended down the Creator
To make the secret clear
At once at His celestial
touch
Enlightened her latent
sight
She amazed how beautiful
the world is
She could see the birds
flying joyfully in the blue skies
Butterflies gliding above
the colourful flowers
And she could make out
ugly out of beauty
That’s what made
everything worst
Strides she out horridly
to the mirror
Astonished at her own
towering beauty
Enthralled with joy, she
turns back
Behind the bouquet hiding
his face
Exited but firm, uttered a
familiar voice
‘Looking you gorgeous, my
love’
‘Now you are my perfect
girl’
A terrible current shocked
her
As she seized the flower
Screamed she as if a ghost
is in front of her
And the mirror shattered
behind her
The bouquet too scattered
over the floor
‘Utterly intolerable’,
urged her mind
Straight she said, ‘you no
match to my beauty’
He bowed and begged for
her love
Asked if he has committed
any fault
Dumping his several
earnest appeal
She left him like the left
over peel
Like a child he cried and
yelled
Realizing his own error
For begging eyes for her
Rushed he home
Seeing swollen eyes
Condoled his mother, ‘poor
my child’,
‘Learn to distinguish
beast out of beauty
Outer beauty is temporary
Seek such a heart where
there lies inner beauty’
By Noel Rai
31/12/2011
