Who’s to tell what it is?
It could be found in heaven or hell.
As long as it provides comfort and ease,
Don’t let commoners command or tell.
Why should it always be beauty?
Imagine what’s hidden behind that face.
Look at the beauty in the ‘ugly’,
There’s much poise and grace.
Can’t you find a wrong companion,
And find a way to make it right?
What’s wrong in loving without inhibition,
Giving it a chance without any fright?
Why are we told what’s good or bad?
Why can’t we paint our own pictures?
Build upon the experiences we’ve had?
Why follow former fixtures?
Let’s redefine happiness for once,
Find it in tough times and be glad.
Find joy in sorrow like a dunce,
Learn that and never again be sad.
Photo credits- cowboy