Beauty of nature is soluble in eyes
‘Tis the proven wisdom by saint wise
Unseen Colour from heaven descends
Someone is painting within outside clay
With invisible artisan’s magical hands
Who, in everything existed with miracle-play!
When colour dissolves into eyes to mind,
On the thought canvas, a dream we find,
Dreams of words, that dance, sing and cry,
Poets test in laboratory of thought, you try,
Who can sketch the speaking pretty painting,
With many colours of life, better than a Bard!
No canvas, no brush, no paint only enchanting,
Imagination In the lap of mother, playing card.
Beauty of nature is soluble in poets eyes
‘Tis the proven wisdom that sprouts in wise./////
Poem full of wisdom, fine write aftab bhai, thanks for sharing :)
A poem is a speaking pretty painting with colours of life... You have given a beautiful definition of a poem and a poet is the artist who draws this painting on the canvas of his imagination! Sweet poem, Aftab!
The eyes of the poet sees things small and big and his mind translates them into fine lines, a fine write Aftabji
Dreams of words, that dance, sing and cry, Poets test in laboratory of thought, you try, unique imagination and well expressed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One poem and many thoughts... I love it..