Beauty is a thing of the mind
It blossoms here
And it shrivels there
Only man who judges
Can set a standard for it
Wrongly or rightly he thinks
That a thing is beautiful
A rose is beautiful
And chrysanthemum too so
Can their beauty be same of a kind?
Beauty is a thing of the mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how you write this poem in a simple yet convincing way. Kudos on such an insightful write.