Beauty of
You will sink
Deep below ink
As you try
To imagine and fly
What will you find in ashes?
That has finished?
And blown into air
To look squarely fair
There is nothing left
As it has made complete shift
In appearance
For people to understand the stance
You can't catch the air
And shape it into picture
As it will be only felt
And its fragrance felt
That is beauty
Of an object from an almighty
Whose presence shall be around?
But eyes might fail to have glimpse on ground
That is beauty Of an object from an almighty Whose presence shall be around? But eyes might fail to have glimpse on ground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Donall Dempsey Much thanks Hasmukh! Like · Reply · 1 · 7 hrs