colors with green
Heaven almost got created
The scene of a dream on canvas!
mind translates soon
The artist's sweat, but that's all
No emotion, no love
Not a tear drop of relation
Sorrow of departure, like earth-quake
A song or careful orchestra assembly got created!
and vibrations are completely detached
For a pause of imaginary wilderness
The motion stops to admire the mind's expression
A simple creation and you are almost unfamiliar!
poems always surround me, all the time
The expression of love, attitude, education
And scenes of unused vibrations close to reality
All are so familiar but 'unread'
We create more poems than we consume
Always remembering the pause
Than our astonishment!
SADHU SADHER, London.