In search of Beauty...

Is it the first drop of stealthy rain that catches you unaware?
Or is it the sight of a frothing blue ocean that pulls you out of despair?
Is it the bosom of bubbly young maid that you cannot help but stare?
Or is it the last leaf of a withering branch that flutters in the rough desert air?


What is the meaning of true beauty i ask?
In the glory of which i pine to bask;
What lay ahead of me is not an easy task..
But here i am trying my best to reveal what's behind the mask.


So in search of true beauty i began my trot..
Knowing not what's written in the plot;
I picked a seemingly random spot...
And with gung-ho launched my unplanned onslaught.


Hours rolled into days and i lost track of time and space...
On and on i moved in ways, with question that left me in a daze;
I asked all the wise devoid of any color, sect or race...
Wandered all over the world without leaving a place.

(to be continued...)