Can there be a bigger picture of the world around,
So that i don't have to wait for long.
A little walk, in the scenery,
And pleasure is where it belongs.
The paint brushes are kept dried,
A little green paint, kept aside,
Yes, the world should be green,
A book in hand is what i think.
And the view i see, from where i stand,
Is beautiful on its land,
I wanted to paint this, all this while,
I am a artist from my heart,
The colors here, are all blind...
Coz they are yet to match the beauty of this world,
Colors are not that enough,
Can they stay there for a little more while,
I want to capture this scene not on my paper,
But in my eyes...
Beautiful poem.....beautifully narrated....thank you for sharing :)
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The paint brushes are kept dried, A little green paint, kept aside, Enjoyed Thanks