We are nothing
But brushes and pens and moulds
In the hands of nature
24/4/2009
Paints are the things which we do for our lives, for we are the one choosing our own color of life...........thanks! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true-- but for a change let me be the canvas and you be the brush and then the world will see the beauty of nature in us -10 anjali