Beauty Will Win

Getting lost in a world that exists in my heart Shutting down the doors through which ugliness Trespasses in me, makes me a color blind Who cannot pick pink color of loveliness. When I remove curtains of a narrow window I see many pink buds in a green meadow. The whistling winds coming in with a music Carrying a song of buds still awaiting to bloom I hope one day these buds will spring in flowers They will enter in my dark lonely room. On that day the doors will not come in their way Aromatic colors will attack, ugliness will run away.