I Look At The Glamorous Sky In Amazement. Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

i look at the glamorous sky in amazement
and look at myself in the same breath in shame
the nature in endless enthusiasm
with a restless brush in perennial flow
in matchless varieties through endless ages
creates patterns in myriad colours and shades
all throbbing with life and energy-
no two moments are the same;
and what it fancies, it erases the moment next
with no symptoms of regret-
bereft of imagination on a piece of canvas
i try at times to imitate a moment of creation;
i miserably fail to even remotely gain the grace of a moment;
yet preserve the rag for years
imprisoning it beneath a majestic frame
trumpeting my talent in front of everyone
as if it is the master creation to last for eternity!
i deeply meditate and my vain pride commits suicide
and i am reborn into a pious humility!
o master! wherever i turn
i see in wonder your inimitable works -
painted skies, sculptured mountains, laughing rivers,
roaring seas, relaxing plains, mysterious forests,
burning spheres, creations of macrocosms and microcosms -
o master poet! my prostrations at thy holy feet
bless me with a speck of an atom of thy immense power!