Master Painter - Iii Poem by C. P. Sharma

Painting - III

My Master Painter
Knows many a fun
His all creations
The whole world stun! ! !
Ever unique pots He designs
He is a potter class one

When He works on potter's wheel
His fingers' magic on it dance
Molding clay at different points
Wonders figures he stream lines
Minute details in each one defines

Fit for water, earth and air frame
In all worlds to play their games
Paints them in colorful synergy
As Pisces, plants, animals and birds

Finally sprays the pollen and seed
Showcases the interaction
Of Prakriti and Purush
(Of Matter ans energy)

The world suddenly comes alive
With a new sense of colors
fragrance and muse
The world with new
Celebrations enthuse
When outdated
New paintings produce

In the recycling
Nothing goes waste
The sum total in Nature
Ever interlaced
There is no fear of death
But perpetual regeneration
with new roles
Neither big nor small
But a composite scene
Isolated from it
We grieve
Into His painting
Interweave