Pearls at the bottom of ocean
Shine but unseen by the eye,
In quest of its glimpses at them rapt
For hearty appreciation.
Songs sung in the wild forest,
Melodious but unheard to the ear
Fond of listening to them in attention
For its devout adoration.
Perfumes of flowers bloomed on mounts,
Breeze fails to bring them to the nose,
Sweet but blown away with the wind,
It misses its loveliest fest.
Fruits fully ripe in far-away realms,
To think of their taste revels the palate,
But of no use, to say unfound are sore,
How to run to taste them?
Breeze blows gently in the farthest zone,
Its feather-touch for petal soft joy of hearts,
It transports them to the dreams of bliss,
The coziest bed to miss.
When you miss all, be a poet to find them all,
Sweeter and tastier; lovelier and loftier,
Sailing on the wings of his imagination
Not to miss heaven on earth.
