Let's just say

By Neha D Thampan

Let's just say there was a Garden inside.

With Flowers one of a kind far and wide.

Everything seemed as from a magical land.

With pride stood moral Mayflower in a band.

Far East there were indifferent Iberis together.

Amidst mist stood narcissistic Nigella without any bother.

Down the vale lived depressing Dark Dahlia with no one to blame.

Thinking there isn't a creator for this creation is lame.

Pray tell what's the cause for this beauty? The Painter or soul of painting.

There's a superior entity that walks, talks and does everything brilliantly.

Is it the sophisticated simple man who ravishes beyond rectifying?

Is this the part of the Greater plan of a greater God who's always awake ?

Is it the foolish human who confidently believes and lives independently?

Can't nature last on its own? Nay, the better query is can we exist without nurturing it?

By Neha D Thampan