From flowers smelling like rotting flesh,
To colourless ghost orchid,
To flesh-eating breed,
Nature's canvas as much has the ugly
As it has a variety of beauty.
So is a poet's pen,
Widest does it pan—
Not always stuck with beauty,
His canvas has a fair place for the ugly.
There's nothing in the world, besides
That has no other side.
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Reflections |36.12.2019 |
Topic: poet, pen, beauty, ugly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant poem sir! I appreciated and admired your middle stanza most.....Full marks
many thanks Dr Swain for these beautiful comments