When I was ignorant I was nothing.
What is the object for creation?
For whom the flowers blossom?
For whom the days roll?
Why man has been introduced?
Why rivelutes dance?
Why the incented morning comes?
Why the stars showers the bright?
The green decorates the earth.
The sun moves the directions.
The fawn plays, the sparrows chirp.
All they beget the beauty.
Is our aim to enjoy the universe?
Or to think nothing of Creator!
Perhaps, to love we are here.
This beauty favours the lovers.
yeah sometimes ignorance is bliss. and beauty really favours the lovers. lots of questions asked but--Perhaps, to love we are here. This beauty favours the lovers. i give this 10+ regards
but dont u agree that Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder? u think its all beautiful that is why it is beautiful.. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem...there are certain mysteries that will always remain...perhaps that is the way it should be...