Each day God gives us a fresh canvass white
On it we have the freedom to paint it right
With either warm colours of compassion true
Or in cold dark shades of grey or of sepia hue
What it looks like at twilight or at eve
Your daily supposed to be “master piece “
Depends entirely on you my dear friend
On how your applied the colours of joy so lent
In parting I leave this as my wish for thee
That all of you every day great painters be
And each days canvass better the one before
And the contentment on your sleeping face do show
A lovely concept Krishnakumar, and very well expressed in your poem.
A great write with a beautiful message! ! We will definitely pay heed to your wish; Never leave the canvas of life messy Nor allow it to be painted cloudy But let it be filled with scenes lovely That each day seems heavenly (A humble attempt to comment back in the same rhyming vein)
Well my canvass is ending very bright after I have read this poem spreading happiness...well done, , , regards
I like this poem that everyone should paint white canvass with pleasant colors of happiness and good deeds. Then, all of you every day great painters be And each days canvass better the one before And the contentment on your sleeping face do show Nice and well done!
The canvas boards are plenty often, The painters are many too. When the colours go from dim to dimmer And when the vision is obstructed with cataract Should all of us paint on for ever? Your canvas is white and your thoughts are brilliant too..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each day we must strive to do good in thei world. Kindness will always be rewarded.