Wonder of wonders lies in here,
every creation profound and unique,
I admire God in his own, beautiful way,
for it is his creations that I ponder about every moment.
The water serene and flowing,
with its tiny ever-altering ripples,
thin as air and cool as snow,
created by the ardent scientist of an unborn past.
The greenest blade of grass,
shooting up from nowhere in the wet soil,
with it's thousand little creases,
stunningly done by the loveliest child in heaven.
The sky , where it ends,
ever a mystery, with its blend of a thousand colours,
and holding sheep like furry white clouds,
painted with the perfect hands of a thriving artist.
The jubilant sun,with its infinite rays of heat,
scorching earth, like the nearest glowing candle,
which melts down as the night arrives,
and gives room for darkness to surround,
is lit with love by the caring mother.
The leaves with its thousand nerves,
tender green, soft as the velvet and perfectly shaped,
sticking to the branches by the weak stems,
created by the humble and generous being.
The huge shades of green flowing from the top,
give us a cool shelter and pure air to breathe
planted caringly by the mystic who embraces silence.
The distant stars embedded in the huge velvette spread,
glow like diamonds which light our pathway to happiness
which was strewn over by the generous king of the kings.
The chill drops falling from the sheep-like clouds of the endless sky,
rejuvenate the lands which shoot out tiny living green,
which was so heartily splayed over by the almighty.
The music of the sturdy bamboo occuring from the dense forest winds,
soothes our heart with its enigmatic embrace,
which was most carelessly composed by the greatest musician in heaven.
The curious innocence in every child's smile,
the flowing mane on the horse's neck,
the magnificent mountains which tower the sky,
the still hole of silvery bliss,
the archway of seven colours after the rains
are all most passionately streaked by the artist's golden hands.
Oh! What beauty!
what serenity beholds my sight!
I salute the architect of my existence in this dreamland!
How eloquently and beautifully you write, G. This poem reminds me of the song, "All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small."
ReplyDeleteI wonder why you get no comments. We've got to do something about that!
Joy always,
Susan
Thank you Susan. I guess there might not be many takers for poetry. I am working on the difficulty in the comment box. :) Thanks again for reading! :)
ReplyDeleteGayathree
amazing write up! :)
ReplyDeleteOh Wow.. you have summarized everything quite brilliantly.. really beautigul..
ReplyDeleteThe greenest blade of grass,
shooting up from nowhere in the wet soil,
with it's thousand little creases,
stunningly done by the loveliest child in heaven.
esp. loved these lines..
Thank you Ganga :)
ReplyDeleteTahnks a lot Deepak. :)
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