Am I A Master - Poem by S.D. TIWARI
I am the master, master of art
can paint the true pictures:
of rising sun, mountain, sea
through the jungles flowing rivers.
Can paint birds, clouds, stars,
bear and deer as they're living;
insects, plants, elephants and ants
anything and everything.
I am the master, master of art;
can make my own brush and paint.
But alas! create raw material
of the paint, brush or canvas, I can't.
Oh! too can't paint these seven
which are made only in the heaven:
smell, touch, look, hear and taste,
any one's breathe and it's sensation.
No, am not the master, master of art
paint uncountable things, cannot.
Impossible to paint love and laugh
even my own generated thought.
I have to go again and again
to learn, to the supreme master;
whose paintings grow and multiply;
of the universe, who is the caster.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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