You imagined for a new creation
drew sketches on the wide canvas of creation
your sketches are all alive through ages
seems never to die, no death
can touch canvas of your creation
you sketched meadows, valley, mountain
river, cascade, glacier, ocean, pond
Everest mount and with infinite creation
then sprinkled color of infinite emotions
juxtaposition its evolution and its decay
you gave them voice to sing their melody
you also gave them pains, pleasures, love and peace.
Oh, the great poet! your great imagery
makes me to smile, laugh and weep.
Fantastic tribute to a poet's way of creating and sketching pictures of words into everyone's minds. Love your imagery and strength of messages between the lines. RoseAnn
Poet's words give a great message. I see such a message in this poem. Poet, thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This piece, bhayya, especially the opening lines reminded me of a statement from The Poetics...A poet is a maker, though not in the blasphemous sense... a short but compressed poem about the poetic exploits!