Form And Harmony Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Clay finds its desired form
And use on a potter- wheel noddle,
Lustre metals are molten
Cast, moulded and beaten
To yield desired rich charm;
Rough rock is chiselled, cut
And ground to make an inspiring idol;
Colours, fragrance and inner sweet
Make a fruit the pick of choice;
Inner bruise is healed with soft-worded voice
Harsh admonitions and punishment
Fail where effects the pricking sarcasm;
Between the coarse outside and the modest in side
Dwell s the strange rhythm of harmony;
Enclosing darkness might inwardly enlighten,
And binding space may lead to infinity,
As the Soul reaching Perfection
Concurs with the cosmic source......!