Those Who Create.

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.



The Retreat.

The water dashed on the rocks

turned inside with a brush.

The wind  stuck on the hillocks

went back in a rush.

The rains fell heavily on the land locks

decreased  in a hush.

The devastation was terrific on the flocks

creating a violent  crush.

There ends everything on the dock

making nothing out  in a fuss.water flows back.