Your beauty
fascinates me
haunts my mind
becomes a mild obsession
snatches the available time for me
to think about you
and your absence acts like the barrier.
And then...
wisdom is born
I think of the waterfall
Can't emotion flow like cascades of water?
and my blocked mind become obsession free?
As the water runs towards the ocean
my mind poised to move towards the Almighty
hence beauty is the software
to realise the Almighty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice mortal beauty leads to realise the immortal, perfect 10
the poem is based on the philosophy of Sri Aurobindo.....