Your Genius

Had I known your genius, the talent which you have, It would have been surely my blessedness, I would have felt blessed And looked up to Him an all my thankfulness, Had I known your innocence, your ignorance, The nature of being innocent, guileless and simple, Uncorrupted by the world and its coquetry, Ignorant totally, kept in the dark And trying to know simply. I see the wild flowers blooming and scattering, The grassy blooms just as tiny specks of flowers, The weeds, creepers and plants in flowers, Their colour, hue and beauty, Redolence coming from And compare with And feel it within the sweetness of yours, The fragrance of yours, I mean, your goodness Which the wide world knows it not. And how can it be that I shall call myself talented, A genius incomparable, How, how can it be that I am only gifted with and talented? You go out and try to see it How the people lie in talented, There are many whose innocence and ignorance Have many a thing to teach, There are many small girls and boys who paint extraordinarily, Without being taught And whose paintings we want to thro it away In the absence of an expert, a specialist And had it been the gemologist or jeweller before He could have diamond. You have many a thing to learn from which you have not, Think it not that you know it all, What more do you about culture and tradition, Have you seen the people from some cultural families, Have you tried to know their courtesy, good manners and etiquette, You first go and see To relay it to me And this cultural aspect too has the significance of its own Which but you know it not, I myself too know it not And both of us have to learn it.