Painter Poem by Rajendra padhi

THE PAINTER

Whose frail hands dare create you?
The sun, moon and stars sigh away
The beauty’s mysterious smile
Spring forgets to sing seeing her face,
The whispering zephyr woo her heart
“O My love, But you are an art! ”

The words are shut on your lips
But you speak like a rippling lake,
Float into mind and swim in heart
Creep into soul in music rare.

I can only but smell you fair as flowers
Between You and Me silence prevails,
You are the true woman a man aspires
In beauty and love never to expire.

Weaved out from fancy you are born
Never to die in time’s flaming fire,
There is no beauty so blessed on earth
A treasure I have made for eternal joy.

O Goddess of beauty in little canvas!
I will die parting from my brush
You brighten my memory by surprise
Remind people of me in wildest thrall.