The perception of beauty

The perception of beauty

At the window, I stood transfixed

Stuck staring in wonder unmixed

With unabashed admiration

At the object of divine creation.

The stunning Rose flower.

So strong and yet so delicate

The curves of the petals an artistic delight

So bold yet so demure, oh what a sight!

Draped in hues that only God can create!!

As if possessed I slipped out

Closer to the flower I hovered about.

Driven by the mortal body's desire

To internalise, to possess, to acquire.

With trembling hands I reached,

Forgot all that I have preached,

To pluck the delectable rose

That stood in the most endearing pose.

The Rose spoke out aloud

In voice as musical as it looked

'Why separate me from my root

Just because I look so cute?'

A flash of lightning came striking

Lifting my stupor shaking

I kneeled down in shame

At my own intentions so lame.

I promised the flower so bright

'I will tend you right

So you can spread more light

A cause of cosmic delight.'

Subrahmanyam

29^th March 2007