Beauty Finds Truth In Beauty

Beauty finds beauty in beauty,
Narrowness is barred there to peep,
Conventions’ scales, cry in Time’s ashes,

Incarnated Beauty disobeys spectacles,
The packed eye sights bar out cataracts.
Biased walls of collected customs, over ruled,
Stationed liberty executes the truth.

You artist get transferred into the truth,
Beauty flowers your garden mouth.
The forms with their identity’s names,
Are prism –dropped, rays of the source same.

You plasma monitors the reflection of the two,
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’, -save are you who?

poem by Ray Subrata Ray
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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