IN THE QUEST OF TRUE BEAUTY

I lived a long life
I lived through some people
And I met some people
In search of beauty

I travelled with them
On that long pilgrimage
I clung to the hope
Masked in sheaths of despair

I trailed lands long
I scanned each single face
I immersed myself in the appearances
But came out without any trace

Yet, on the last day of our journey
Up spoke a voice inside of me
You search for a thing
That eludes all humanity
How ironic is it that

You won’t find it in the colour of my skin
You won’t find it in my weight
Neither in the locks of my hair
Nor in the marks I am gifted with

Still if you wish
To look beyond
Seep through the soul
Read the minds
And devour the hearts

You will hear a voice
Sweeter than a nightingale’s melody
You will see a light
Brighter than the sun and the moon

And that is when
Your holy pilgrimage
Shall finally end.