Sohan Prasad Sharma
Creation - Poem by Sohan Prasad Sharma
Unkempt minds catch and separate, the wings of the inspiration.
Neither feel its presence nor the fragrance that swirls as it passes by.
Hidden is the sense of perception, to some it is just for interpretation.
Some with passion of imagination pluck the flower and destroy the creation.
Some persevere and create a hive full of sweet honey, still some to thrive.
Creation is art that attracts the creator and hold the breath of beholder.
Beauty is a passion that attracts every beholder and the Creator.
Creation is the art that attracts the creator to collect nectar.
There is time for creation as is the time to feel the dew drops.
It is the rain in rainy that has the beauty and in winter the snow.
So has the autumn beauty of nakedness and the spring of procreation.
So goes the beauty, so the beholder, aside thus goes the pen of creation.
Beauty sublime is far ahead than the beauty reflected and not destined.
Like the twinkling of the star that leaves the beauty of moonlight behind.
Flower of the meadow, unkempt of the breeze, in harmony and debonair.
So is the creation sublime, unkempt, natural, glorious and spontaneous.
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