When I was ignorant I was nothing. <br />What is the object for creation? <br />For whom the flowers blossom? <br />For whom the days roll? <br /> <br />Why man has been introduced? <br />Why rivelutes dance? <br />Why the incented morning comes? <br />Why the stars showers the bright? <br /> <br />The green decorates the earth. <br />The sun moves the directions. <br />The fawn plays, the sparrows chirp. <br />All they beget the beauty. <br /> <br />Is our aim to enjoy the universe? <br />Or to think nothing of Creator! <br />Perhaps, to love we are here. <br />This beauty favours the lovers.<br /><br />Ahatisham Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-favours-the-lovers/
