A Thing of Beauty is Joy for Ever
Thus says John Keats, the famous young English poet: That a thing of beauty is a joy forever and it perishes never. It is everlasting. It is immortal. It will outlive the world itself. A beautiful art piece speaks volumes of the artist who created it painstakingly, who gave his blood to create the masterpiece.
A good piece of prose, a fine composition in poetry or music is enjoyed time and again. It generates lot of joy every time. One drinks its nectar time and again. It is something of everlasting value. Death and decay do not overpower it. Masterminds create a thing of beauty which becomes a source of joy for all times to come. As and when one reads or watches them, one weeps or laughs. The joy is boundless. It is endless. It cannot be measured in terms of money or wealth.
King Shah Jahan built Taj Mahal at Agra in the memory of his beloved queen Mumtaz Mahal. It is a beauty beyond description. Millions get spell-bound on watching the masterpiece. It has become a source of joy for millions throughout the world. Tune, the most callous and stern on everything, has not been able to leave any ravages on the immortality of the Taj. It is a thing renowned world over.
Money and luxury are quite temporary. Money has wings. It changes hands very frequently. Luxury makes you lazy and lethargic. A red-rose teaches a great lesson of life. It blossoms for young and old alike. It charms a child and old alike. Even a bee cannot resist itself from its magic. It is born for the good of the world. Let us do such deeds of beauty which would evolve emotions of good-will in the hearts of everyone, not for today only, but in all years to come.
