Whatever the poet's eyes see,
And his mind imagines,
And his pen elaborates,
Or whatever is written,
In his unseen note book,
Are all true and beautiful?
The poet knows deep in his heart,
The colorful lotus that dances afloat,
Has her root anchored in the dirty mud.
Only above water she blossoms from the bud.
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty',
Poets glorify beauty with truth.
knowing or not, the root of beauty,
May lie buried in ugliness, in sooth.
06 July 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem