The Poem Poem by Dr. Madan Gandhi

Rhythm pervades the cosmos
the poem God wrote
at the creation’s dawn

Every verity partakes
the rhythmic structure
of a perfect polygon

The species beyond count
He made of elements
mixed them in varying proportion

To create infinite forms
of beings and things
all crafted to perfection

If a hawk, there is a pigeon
variants of the one are legion
if a white swan there is a heron

Wings and strings
swirls and swings
hanging from heavens

Without a pillar, without a prop
in constant motion
stars and spheres without a stop.
(Yayati)