Tracing You Poem by Deep Yadav

Whose art are thou?
Who is your creator?
'cause I've traced you in every poem and each sculptor,

Were you in Rumi's mind when he wrote, "we are the mirror as well face in it"

Or In Mir's when he remarked-
"love is the beloved and lover too"
Who art thou?

Where you dwell?

I've seen you in Shakespearean tales
Are you Rosalind or Juliet
Being the centre of the play who dazed audience,

Or one of the long, condensed poetry of Milton and Elliott,

Who art thou?

Where thy home?

Are you Beatrice whom Dante
wrote in Divine comedy,
Or Helen, the unparalleled beauty

Or the Monalisa, a dream that Vinci's brush brought on canvass,

Or Kalidasa's mesmerizing Shakuntala

Who art thou?

Where thy abode?

Are you a Spenserian sonnet
Or Donne's wit and conceit?
Is it you who shot former "thousand arrows by eyes"

And became latter's "all states and a world ",
Who art thou?

This world is in you

Or you in this world?

You are art

Or art is from you?

Doubts are in hundred

Clarification only one-

Any book I read

Any word I write,
All the poems I recite

All my night's dream

There's somewhere I find you embedded in them,

It's like all the great poets, artisans had already known you,

And carved you in pages and stones for me.