3. Ode to Beauty
By JH Sayyar
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What is man’s being? Who can you tell?
How rain falls into the snail shell,
Why babies smile looking to the sky?
Why whales dance in seas up and down well?
Why partridges fly to moon? Why babies cry?
On waves build their nests on mountains high;
What melts meat in stomach; fire or heat?
Tiny birds prey to eat air in the air;
Who makes images? Where is fire in peat?
Can men tell in eyes from where comes glare?
Nose our need, tongue liberty, their jobs to care.
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All birds, beasts and men: God’s monuments.
Man a mini cosmos to conjure running trends,
For coming race to expose the mystery of Heaven,
None can see wisdom; a wise comprehends.
Where goes to find gems; crying a mountain raven;
Nothing is known to its secret; all in six and seven.
What a beauty? An image of lover in the mind,
By hook or by crook steals at last they find.
Where in all, beats or birds is clearly seen,
But those men and women all are kind.
All images perfect, colors white and green
No color, no beauty in all but our eyes glean
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