Whenever a peacock spreads plume as the sky is overcast,
Whenever a rainbow blooms across the sky after a drizzle,
Whenever a blade of grass stands tall with a pearly crown proudly,
Astounded I watch invariably for the master artiste,
In vain!
Whenever a rose smiles demurely
Between a pair of leaves and thorns,
Whenever a song moistens eyes
Amidst swirling memories of dear ones…
In wonder always
I search for the master artiste,
in vain!
How to rate the fusion of colours
On peacock plume, radiant rainbow?
How to assess pearly droplets,
Fragrant smiles of flowers on bowers?
Who can evaluate melody in a tune,
Stretching currents of memories in life?
Whenever a poem is peeled to please
Draupadi looks for Krishna’s support!
