Aesthetics Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Suffering from thirst-fever of beauty
Drawn hundreds of beauty-lines haphazardly
Never could touch the elegance.
It's beyond my imagination and artistry
One day just at noon, the sky overcast with clouds
Dark-green Night came full of youth and beauty.
Out and out naked.
Flashing of her celestial sphere dazzles my eyes
Infatuated what I coud but dive in
unrevealed latent matchless darkness …

Only an introspector is learned in aesthetics.