Blurry, fiery painting
Life presents
Fate moves the brush
Up and sideways he swirl
Canvas of dull colours
Blue I know is among
But peace, I still don't feel
The child looks on with gloomy face
The artist wore a black coat
A grim look on his face
He laughs mysteriously
As he does his piece
His piece a dog
Whiskers sloping down
Paws hanging slightly
Eyes all misty
Situation feels hopeless
'Cause the victim
Couldn't reason
He didn't know that he is an artist
It went on and on
Till he decided to give it a shot
And at the first thought
He produced a master piece
Blurry, fiery painting
Life presents
Fate moves the brush
Up and sideways he swirl
Destiny is not a road
Made for us;
Rather it is the path
We choose for ourselves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The child looks in with gloomy face! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.