The Beauty I Searched

The beauty

that I searched for days

found in the nature's lap-

in and around the mountains and dales

where the morning dew drops

on rose tops

in grasshoppers' hops

in screaming of birds

and in lilting spring

that brim in rainy or in spring

also found underneath million stars

among the masses

that muse in the evening

while returning from local fare

singing and dancing with tangled arms

kids hopping adjacent

while their browny hands dangling with bamboo artifacts

I found her standing over there

while speaking less but seeking more

I ushered in to her

when my heart longed more

and wanted to pour

of love,

attention,

and favour

Like any mythological goddess

she was pleasing

like a moon from some cloudy cascade she did sheen

and walked into my biological rim

inebriating me with her drooping eyes

and with million words from her chiseled lips

that my earthly ears failed to keep

forcing me to murmur

the creation should l praise or the creator?

who toiled for years

searching emeralds in distant seas and lands

and stringed them into

a magical countenance.