With no idea in mind sometimes we sit seeing Nature;
Nature is the final resort to console oneself ever;
Ever the beauty of flowers, hills, rivers comfort;
Comfort of such beauty is a joy forever to create!
Create all artists and poets in their own ways sure;
Sure what they create has deep meaning and solace;
Solace they worn out souls and inspire with new ideas;
Ideas turn all dreams into realities by action firm!
Firm resolution taken after deep meditation is great;
Great they think and work in a broad way to do all;
All that comes out such creativity is masterpiece;
Masterpiece is the diamond outcome of compressed ideas!
Ideas rule hearts, minds and souls but not rules, guns;
Guns are replaced by pen to create ideas and rule world!
Thank you for your brief, but great comment on my poem about Ideas, my friend!
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I would like to translate this poem
Ever the beauty of flowers, hills, rivers comfort; Comfort of such beauty is a joy forever to create! .... //.... Matchless words written in praise of Nature. But yes, it is the ideas which have ruled the world and will always do. Thanks.
Thanks a lot for your affirmative comment on poem about ideas that rule the world, my friend!