Meet the Industrious Beauty

Today's Photograph, by Khalid Hussain:


This photograph shows a village meeting of women in Sindh. I named this photograph: Meet the Industrious Beauty

This photograph reminded me of this poem:
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth 
By John Keats

The whole poem can be found here.

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