An Ode to Shubh

For she is an adept
In what she does
So it is with Art too.
Her creation casts a spell
And so does she
God created her
With love, with care
With all his heart
And rested
For he was devoid of strength
His own creation
He feared
For she was near perfect
Propelling him toward the absolute
Inspired he too was
For a moment he felt pain
and bliss at the same time
Pain, because it sapped him out of all energy
Bliss, because she stood there
All smiles...
She was the metaphor
She was the simile
She was the protagonist of his creativity
His crown jewel..