Don’t Cry O Poor Heart Don’t Cry

Don’t cry o poor heart, don’t cry.
Someday, somewhere
Someone would discover exquisite beauty
That you carry within you.
She would love you, care you,
Cuddle you.

Beauty is not for everyone.
It takes sage’s wisdom
To recognise beauty, appreciate beauty.

Most seek beauty in skin.
And after a long journey
They discover-
What they thought was beauty
Indeed, was an illusion.

Then they feel dejected, disappointed.
But if you run after an illusion
You must be illuded.
Isn’t it?

Don’t cry o poor heart, don’t cry.
Someday, somewhere
Someone would love you.
She would sing with you,
Dance with you.

© Arun Maji