True beauty is full of truth,
Not for the wilt of guilt,
But stands long to show the route of mirth.
Where all steps to triumph, and not to trod;
It is my true love which shows the serene serenade,
Where beauty is to feel like the passing cloud?
Nay, true beauty is full of silence,
Throws not the net of tragic;
E'er gives pleasure at presence,
Calling the beauty, I extol music.
God Bless you.
Copyright @ 2006 N.KARTHIKEYAN OSHO
Poetry by Nagamuthu Osho
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Written on 2006-10-03 at 17:38
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Not for the wilt of guilt,
But stands long to show the route of mirth.
Beauty
I made my move at the cascade,Where all steps to triumph, and not to trod;
It is my true love which shows the serene serenade,
Where beauty is to feel like the passing cloud?
Nay, true beauty is full of silence,
Throws not the net of tragic;
E'er gives pleasure at presence,
Calling the beauty, I extol music.
God Bless you.
Copyright @ 2006 N.KARTHIKEYAN OSHO
Poetry by Nagamuthu Osho
Read 608 times
Written on 2006-10-03 at 17:38
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