The brush which paints
knows not its work.
it being a silent spectator
doing that it has to do
rather aiding the one who does.
Being that in truth
that which one helps
or that one which is used
can never stake claim
over the accomplishment.
Not understanding the creativity
the helpers and the facilitator
try to assume the fame with a pride
there by ignoring the creator
who endeavoured to finish it beautiful.
This goes to all the creations
be it in art or architecture
be it in the making of man
the hand of the doer is invisible
those who pt forward gamble not ordinary.
The mother who carries the child
brings him up with love
certainly not owns the child
being appointed to make him into a man
with that her responsibility gets over.
She is akin to a brush , pen
similar to a carrier
never the craftsman or sculptor
who works hard to create
never she could aspire to be so.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “Those Who Create.”
Ah…I would see the mother as an artist given what you have said and the role she plays to shape the child into a man…but that’s my personal feeling based upon your poem.