Wonder do I at your grace- At your all encompassing ace! Luminous is the horizon now, Admirably euphoric,I wonder how! Strokes a few on a paper white Diffuses that beauty with painter’s might What has remained unspoken forever A complete picture at times spake never Its mix hues then quiver.
Behold those strokes of beauty deliver Notes of the unspoken now resonate, Plenty cherished beams reverberate An undone picture rebuilds Words and music on barren fields Such magnanimous is the power, The one that allies a tiny flower. The flower which those strokes possess Shielding it like thorns on roses.
Observe not to hold anything your own Struggle and playing in the midst of heart Never feed them any Let them nourish themselves They take the time they need and perish or vanish Instead, fill it with a fruitful thought
Chanrashekhar working in an Advocate’s chamber One room insufficient, two are in possession there He jumps from one room to another for nothing Starts talk to clients in one wing, completes in other wing There where the very client is