But for them….
But for the pitch darkness at night
The glow of the firefly will be lost!
But for the dull glow of the firefly
The twinkling of the stars will be lost!
But for the dull shine of those stars
The cool glow of the moon will be lost!
But for the cool glow of the pale moon
The brilliance of the Sun will be lost!
But for the jargon filling the forest
The charm of a cuckoo will be lost!
But for the dance of an ugly turkey
The grace of peacock will be lost!
But for the worms filling the earth
The beauty of a snake will be lost!
Every gem needs a setting to glow.
Every poem needs the words to flow!
Words piled together do not make a poem
Unless a strong emotion runs through them!
What does touch the heart lives forever.
What is merely a jargon is lost forever.
Imitation is suicide – unless well qualified.
Knowing this requires thoughts to be unified.
Yet Imitation is not a complete waste;
If by its contrast, it enhances the taste!
