To the creator when slipped
The cover of satin and silk
Imitation the wise Plato
Is art of the mind
Soul in poetry of words
Has the third dimension
Bringing it down
Only the idea remains

When to the creator was held
Mirror of imitation of his self
Craft had little in time to halt
Than was space for the matter
To take shape

Sparks from the eyes were as
Devil decided to go his way
Prophets to control the inevitable
Only self annihilation
At war with himself
And with nature

To the beauty as am I
Tongue tied stand in wonder
So does the creator
For the beauty of creation
21/7/2009

Sadiqullah Khan

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