The pageant of Nature is a fathomless ocean of beauty,
If eyes were to see every drop has in it tumultuous beauty.
It is ever present in the mirror like sheen of morning sky,
And the dusk of the evening and the flower spangled twilight.
Rivulets gushing down the hills and free-flowing rivers have it,
It is there in the city, the wilderness, the deserted places and in man's abode.
The soul, however, yearns for something, missing,
Otherwise why should it toll the knell of sorrow in this desert?
Even the open display of beauty keeps it restless,
It lives like a fish out of water.
It was dawn and yearningly I looked around searching for a beautiful sight,
I saw a single ray of the sun wandering in the heavens.
I will be collyrium and would integrate with the human eye,
And make visible all that night had hidden from view.
Were the entranced at all keen to become conscious?
Were the asleep desirous of awakening?
About the Creator
ishfaq hussain
Poetry is a type of literature based on the interplay of words and rhythm. In poetry, words are strung together to form sounds, images, and ideas that might be too complex or abstract to describe directly.
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