A Poet Poem by Aftab Alam

A Poet

Rating: 5.0


Beauty of nature is soluble in eyes
‘Tis the proven wisdom by saint wise

Unseen Colour from heaven descends
Someone is painting within outside clay
With invisible artisan’s magical hands
Who, in everything existed with miracle-play!


When colour dissolves into eyes to mind,
On the thought canvas, a dream we find,
Dreams of words, that dance, sing and cry,
Poets test in laboratory of thought, you try,

Who can sketch the speaking pretty painting,
With many colours of life, better than a Bard!
No canvas, no brush, no paint only enchanting,
Imagination In the lap of mother, playing card.

Beauty of nature is soluble in poets eyes
‘Tis the proven wisdom that sprouts in wise./////

Monday, March 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Satish Kumar Nayak 24 March 2014

One poem and many thoughts... I love it..

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Md Asadullah 30 March 2014

Poem full of wisdom, fine write aftab bhai, thanks for sharing :)

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Shania K. Younce 28 March 2014

Wow, this is super good. Bien!

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Valsa George 25 March 2014

A poem is a speaking pretty painting with colours of life... You have given a beautiful definition of a poem and a poet is the artist who draws this painting on the canvas of his imagination! Sweet poem, Aftab!

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Dinesan Madathil 25 March 2014

The eyes of the poet sees things small and big and his mind translates them into fine lines, a fine write Aftabji

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 24 March 2014

Dreams of words, that dance, sing and cry, Poets test in laboratory of thought, you try, unique imagination and well expressed..

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