Wordsworth, Blake and Hegde

A picture,
A painting,
A poem-
What use?

Forever it was,
Forever it will be;
Before my mind thought
And after your eyes read
And crumble to dust
In the earthly bed.

A picture,
A painting,
A poem-
What use?
In the end
I will only taint
The perfection
Of the beauty
Of the Mother
With my
Ignorant human touch.