ECLIPSE
by: Haresh Daswani

Some beauty comes rare,
As time allows,
Or coincidence dictates,
Such beauty is surprise,
To many unaware,
Caught off-guard,
But all stare,
At such phenomenon,
When God shows splendour,
And men crave for her,
To reappear,
To stay,
Men who saw such rare,
And wishes
For such phenomena to occur,
Beauty can be tragedy,
If men stare to long,
And try to reach for something high,
To take control,
To posses,
But such beauty is a gift,
That men adore,
But not to be owned,
Such beauty be set free,
To be admired by many,
To be loved,
To be given,
And to be accepted –