The creative sunshine is lost,
People choose to live in shades,
Thousands of designations,
Have killed the creative enthusiasm,
With the shillings and dollars,
Creation is the work of the perfect,
Perfect in every word and weakness,
Creativity from the imagination,
Say good bye, once under influence,
Let the mind be free, not aware of greed,
Money and the needs can destroy it.
When the needs of many neglected,
the flare of creativity outshine,
Relationships are wrecked and,
Sometimes displayed as the bare bones,
The creating minds are nuisance,
To the owners, as many are stubborn,
As the inert social elements,
But these shine and useful to everyone,
Who knows to make use of these mind,
Highly active even during nap,
Readily combustible with ignition tips,
If you have one, keep it safe,
The choice is always yours.
Creativity seems to have its own problems which are brought out nicely in this poem. Creativity with compassion is needed for society. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ugh so amazing, very nicely written.