Flouting the muddles of life,
Walk down through the nature,
Through the bravest thorns, the glorious trees
and the wild-white barren strawberries.

The breeze won't see your afro,
Before it blows them with spright,
To chatter and make them fly,
Mocking the broad daylight.

The night sky won't descry your dusky colour,
While it clothes itself with the most beautiful stars,
There are whispers of your beauty there,
As you would here the melodious larks.

The lilacs won't judge upon your gender,
Before they smile to you with beauty,
To break off and rest,
On your palm to impart the fragrance of ecstacy.

The cogon won't see your riches,
Before you caress it with your fingers,
Before it talks to, and console your feels,
For when you fondle,
Your touches actually speak!

They can see beyond your smile,
Beyond the deceptive art on your face,
Beyond the heights you stand,
The ambitions and race.

Never think the life is a hopeless endeavor
To catch up a smile, a moment of pure joy.
Go, sing along, out of everything amiss,
In the nature where He stands,
The god of all bliss.
© Aarya kareepadath