There existed on the No Mount
The Big Beast; in trance it remained
Unsought unheeded unmoved
Knew not one whence none remained!
Then appeared on the Nil Valley
The Beauty; craving it remained
Unheard unseeded un-ploughed
Knew not one whence none remained!
What got transferred the two betwixt?
What caused what to play gimmicks?
Pressure to Volume; what the next?
Temperature did all the tricks!
Expanded? Yes; exploded it
Came out Ether; carried the heat
What spilled out of the big boil?
Dew drops warm? Yes; of the High Kettle!
Did those drops drench the valley down?
Weathered the Beauty? Yes; for once
What seed not made what unfertile!
Creation entered; and all others…
25th August 2010
Musing! ! Beauty and the Beast. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Here comes another myth about creation, very nice and imaginative write. Keep it up Kesav, your talent shines!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perceptive write. Astute observation on what is happening around us. Well conveyed and full of images.