I can feel comfortable with flowers,
What a beauty!
What an aroma!!
I can’t resist the gentle,
Pure and, how sacred they are,
What else can life be proud of?
I’m really proud of life’s many beauty,
And many lies.
But here beauty fades,
Like addiction,
It becomes uninteresting,
With time,
It loses its value,
It becomes nothing,
Right there, we start noticing,
All that which used to be enticing,
Becomes scaring.
But where beauty march with the brains,
The outcome is unimaginable,
They both collide to make meaning,
Makes life worth living,
And it gives a sense of belonging,
Beauty with brain is knowledge,
Which last for eternity.
Beauty fades,
Intelligence doesn’t,
Beauty gives immediate excitements,
Intelligent makes it last,
Beauty compliment appearance,
Intelligent appreciate it.
When beauty fades,
We have nothing left,
But when intelligent is improved,
We gain everything.
Beauty is derived from birth,
While Intelligent sustains it.
