Beauty

Beauty comes hesitating
On soft September nights,
It shimmers and trembles
Like distant mountain lights.

Beauty moves restlessly
Like springtime’s unseen bird,
It sings in leafy trees,
And vanishes without a word.

Beauty lies in shadows
It basks in summer sun,
It mingles with the mist
It brushes every one.

Beauty will not be chained
It will always be free:
But I know that beauty
Also resides in me.

Diptesh Ghosh