Sightseeing

The most beautiful sight I have ever seen

Is not the sun with its radiant golden beams

Or the perfect world of which utopians dream.

It is not the river, ocean, lake, or stream

Constructed by creations ingenious team.

It is not the towering hills dressed up in their enthralling suits of green

Or the twinkling stars at which astrologers glean.

The most beautiful sight that ever caught my eyes

Is not the splendid rainbow in the sky

Painted with mystic multicolour dye.

It is not the peacock with tail and feathers unique and rarify

Or the wonders of the world which mortals glorify

Embellished by artists and poets in their epics by and by

It is not the antique treasures for which conquistadors

died.

The most beautiful sight that I have ever viewed

Is a soul of great origin and royal hue

Who forcefully stands out amidst the multitude

With polished traits and noble attitudes

More beautiful than the golden morning dew

Loyal, committed, sincere and true.

This soul of which I now allude

Is no one else except the lovely you.