A Poet - Poem by Aftab Alam
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./////
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