A big bang
makes a birth of a gene
An unknown travel
writes a history,
pen starts for no ending
Thus a poet is born.
words scribbles and jots down
whatever it comes to mind
no plan and no program
with the ache in heart that sounds
all on a sudden comes the push and..
thus a poetry is born.
a tiny beauty takes shape
in each decade-an evolution
Something persists within ages
a DNA creates eel or elephant.
you just feel or just will
a compromise or a union
Nothing you can shrug
you find in your hug
a little bit of fusion.
that is great
you can not gauge
what is that illusion
you call it
Love, love love love
No Beauty dies but transforms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with you, No Beauty Dies But Transforms. A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever - JOHN KEATS. A lovely piece you've got here. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.