Sublime Poem by UnniKrishnan P.P

The heart aches of the thought,
shining upon the miracle that still persists.
There is an ambiguity at its perpetual work
of the creation it carved and is still at mastery.
Reading of the works i have embarked,
it teaches a lesson of eternal bliss.
She tends to grow old and then young,
the decaying footsteps just take a steeped downfall.
With the first glance of overly gay and beautiful angel,
in all its possible beautiful formations
Waves shred their arrogance in subtlety,
molded beneath the shores as she waits.
Nothing is gone yet,
charming the earth upon its magical blossom.
Within the pastels of an untold memories,
her freshness has just begun.
Life mocks of her pristine existence,
simply being jealous of the creation it competes with.
The thrones of ancient monuments glance across,
to see the triumphs they could never witness.
Nourishing across her own beauty self,
flowers and its prey wait for the sublime touch
as she beautifies it till the end.