Creative genius she was not
Pretty pictures she could never paint
The five steps of tango she scarcely got right
Tying words into verse remained a constraint
Sparks of creation, alas eluded her!
And yet she made a thing of utmost wonder ...
A universe of her own!
Not imagined, in fancy, but real as the real world
A glorious space just for her and a friend of her!
Not a spruced up nest, or a
secret inn,
Tucked away hidden in a remote corner!
But a world of open spaces
Parks and meadows, roads big n small
In the city, among the crowds
For all to see and yet unseen to all
A world where only love
rules
Where she is adored and admired
Where she needs no privacy and knows no fear
Where nothing is barred and
every act is inspired
Where the tyranny of time fades and space becomes
still
The lightness of being floats in the mist
Sounds and sights of the real world vanish
Though they never cease to exist
Creative genius she was not
And yet she - and her friend - created such a wonder
A universe of her very own that is most dear to her!
Abhay
B. Joshi