*invisible Painter Poem by C. P. Sharma

Who is this painter
sketching on the canvass of Time! ! !
He paints ever new
wondrous too
mostly joyous
sometimes blues
his wandering mind
has changing hues.

Thunderous clouds
dark and deep
out pour heavily
parched land's thirst meet
we the people
rich harvest reap.

On trees and plants
new petals grow
on pastures and fields
green grass grows
new seeds sprout
crops hopes hold out
flora and fauna stand
in sprightly dance
all around
the freshness flaunts.

In verdant meadows
shady grooves
hear nightingales'
melodious koos
in the morning
birds fly in flocks
the lovely scene
in blue sky rocks
the birds twitter
the hearts flutter.

The starry sky
happy moonshine
in dreamy looks
lovers'meet
Cupid greets
on sea beach.
His paintings excel
creations dance
in them have
the bliss of trance.

In weird moods
he paints doom
the earth quakes
the buildings shake
they tumble down
as house of cards
misery scenes
all over abound
homeless cry
stay in open grounds.

Floods and droughts
havoc play
no food, no fodder
life in disarray
under water volcanoes
shallow and deep
erupt more often
than eyes meet
outside volcanoes
moulton lava sprout
render region lifeless
ejecting clouds
of stones and fumes.

Ever new scenes
the painter paints
evokes new feelings
diverse moods
innumerable thoughts
his mind broods
in ever new color
the painter paints
sometimes demon
at other the saint
original his paintings
inimitable paints
we worldly beings
have our constraints.