Stars appear a distant twinkle
and render shape
to empty darkness.
In constant shedding brilliance,
that the jostling waters glisten
thumping shores in pride delight.
Wanting men in remote existence,
spend life in hard endeavor
to craft objects of art
for merchants who sell
them in city's shops of vulgar display,
tempting people in shrill desire.
Though the Master measured
things for rhythm and beauty
to make the universe immortal,
men with little spirit
count in numbers in all they see,
to glory their life in short delight
---S.Sistla
1 comment:
brilliant poem....
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