Treasure Island

ROCHISH MON

(4-11-00 / INDIA)

O Artists be heedful


An undone drawing asks

“I want colors! ”



O artists, be heedful,

O artists, do the needful



Till today many drawings have been burnt

Yesteryear artists were utterly failed



A lot of attempts

Became like withered flowers

Endeavours very many

Became as dried rivers



Fire should not swallow the artistry

Our tomorrow should be a glittering history



Listen… listen…



The wounded drawings also ask

“Give us the treatment”-



O artists, catch the call

O artists, cling to the feel



Zest and zeal should pave the path

The destination is the place of peace.

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Saturday, August 31, 2013
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