Thy Gods Art' Poem by Aditya Mudbhary

A legend is born not created,
A lover is born not made,
A god is loved not hated,
And this is never to fade.

Never a Day without the sun,
Dream of a day without water,
Never a time when poetry wasn’t art,
Dream of a place without plants.

Thy wake up to the sound of the morning,
When the sun guides its light upon thee,
The mystery of the day is whispered in thy mind,
Thy smile the sun makes to see.

Thy displeasure is pleasured by water,
Thirst it burns away,
Thy body, dirt filled, unholy,
Water clears with a sway.

The sun is my entertainment,
Water is our tears,
The god knows this well,
Although thy knowledge it fears.

A god is born not created,
A lover is born not made,
A god is loved not hated,
And this is never to fade.

Never a time when poetry wasn’t art,
Dream of a place without plants,
Never a Day without the sun,
Dream of a day without water.

A poem gladdens thee mind with love,
Although it speaks the truth,
Sadly it never lies,
This is a lover’s haven booth.

Plants were not always plants,
They were once alive,
They still have their emotions,
Which they hide inside.


Poetry is thy lover’s words,
Plants are my emotions,
The god knows this well,
Although fears he thy tears ocean.

A god is born not created,
A god is born not made,
A god is loved not hated,
And this is never to fade.

I bless thee with the sun,
The light is thy smile,
I bless thee with water,
Water is thy tear,
I bless thee with poetry,
Poetry is the truth,
I bless thee with plants,
Plants are thy emotions.

The sun makes thee gay,
Water makes thee strong,
Poetry gives thee wisdom,
Plants give thee life.

Fear not of lies,
Fear not of sadness,
Fear not of heart pyres,
Fear not of weakness.

The golden god knows none of these.

A legend is born not created,
A story is born not made,
A god is loved not hated,
And this is never to fade.