Pure Poem by Sumita Jetley

Pure

Rating: 5.0


It's blind
Yes, it's innocent

Turns putty in our hands
It is the creator

It just submits
We sit
Thinking

we are molding it

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Artists sing, sufis pray, musicians play poets describe. It takes shape.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Art is so sublime, godly. Good poem.

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