What fires the synapses of the brain : is it the thrum of monsoon rains?
Or the smell of paddy- fresh and green?
Or the caress of a breeze unseen?
What kindles our creative spark: a glowing star in the dark?
Or glint of sun on dazzling seas?
Or blooms on the flame-of-forest trees?
From these our dreams are born and grow,
And freshet ideas gush and flow.
Still, the Primal power holds us in thrall–
For from Nothingness It created All!