The Matchless Artist

The Matchless Artist ode

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O Matchless Artist !
The Creator or genius scientist.
You capture my heart with awesome wondering,
And surprises, full of applauding.
When I see those multimillion varieties of pretty flowers,
I marvel at your marvellous designs.
O perfect designer———–!
You create and create without any exhaustion.
Should I marvel at the beauty of Saline Shooting Star?
Or Scarlet Globe Mallows.
The Tulips, Foxgloves,Hollyhocks and Sweetpeas,
The Zinnias, Sweet Williams and peonies.
Dahlias, Daffodils and Hyacinth,
Or gorgeous Lilac Bushes eh——-,
Madonna Lilies are wonderful.
On seeing those charming and countless varieties
Of flowers, my heart fills with sweet spiritual ecstasy.
Multicolour and multifarious varieties of flowers.
Big leaved Hydrangea, Bridal Wreath and Honeysuckles,
These are the flowers which I have seen,
Several others are unseen.
Gladiolus,Tuberous Begonia and Gary Golden Rod,
Their beauty is killing me,oh my God.
O my sweet Lord, Lord of the worlds!
To praise your beauty I need an ocean of words.
I really marvel at your superb Mastermind,
The real Master of all treasures,still so kind.
I applaud you with purest heart,
My heart is soaring as a skylark.
Again those mesmerizing flowers flooding my mind,
And I’m inspired to write verses in rhymes.
Oh my God !,Those Sweet Dotted Blazing Stars,
Please don’t mention them,they are really superstars.
I don’t know why I love beauty,
Certainly they manifest your hidden beauty.
How Pretty and Beautiful You must be,
I wonder———-
Several types of Roses are there,
Prairie Roses and Tea Roses are really exceptional,
The sweet delicious scents are an essentials of matrimonials,
Aromatherapy for several ailments is really beneficial.
Desert Mallows are very beautiful,
Ghost flowers are really dreary.
So many types of Cactus flowers,
Some are red, pink, white and yellow on top.
Jasmines,Gardenias shine with the dew drops.
Birds of Paradise are so unique,
Even some wild trees are extremely gorgeous,
The cypress, cedars and trees of teaks.
If you gaze at them for hours, you won’t be tired.
Torch ginger is a wonderful flower,
Gloxinias you can gaze and gaze,
A flowering maples with dark green leaves,
Are flowering in the garden with full blossoms to amaze.

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I am a graduate in psychology from Aligarh Muslim university Aligarh.I got my early education from Lucknow and Faizabad.I started writing poetries from the age of seventeen.i've written1000 poems in English and Urdu.still scribbling more poems.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

Our praise for our creator can never be enough.

ammu sachariah

You have portrayed the beauty of flowers and nature very interestingly.


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