The Question

Beauty, much desired to ever last,

Like beauty and fragrances of Eden,

Endlessly odorous, feeding the eyes,

Soul contented, wholesome feeling arises,

Greatness defies barriers of seasonal changes.

The question of immortality,

If there is, one would never migrate,

From realities of life to spirituality,

Suppleness in command, gray shoved aside,

Is forever young a possibility?

Reminiscing the youth, there was once,

Strong desires to ward off seasoned looks,

Craziness to dance till the last song,

In every beat of the heart and in every vein,

With ease blood does flow, free from dirt of life.

Partially in dreamland,

Balqis

April 21st 2011

Thursday evening

 

 

* This poem is written for fun. The inspiration came after reading Moonomo's post "Teenage Dream."

I was kidding and asking him whether there's a fountain of youth so that I could take a dip and stay young forever.

The reply was "No regrets, just love - we can dance till we die, will be young forever."

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