Life, A Canvas Of Karmic Art Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Life, A Canvas Of Karmic Art
Life's a large canvas of karmic art,
People on its vast face try and sketch—
Be it a thinking head, feeling heart,
Some sketch with all the care, or raw flare,
And some with vacant blank eyes just stare,
None's allowed to erase, nor yet scratch,
But paint, paint whole life in fits and start,
Destiny all this in its mind etch,
And people endeavour
Till this life's labour's done,
And approval by heaven,
When journey's run its run,
The clock has struck last hour,
The curtain calls, the dream is done.
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Musings | 04.09.07 |
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4/25/2024 10:32:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Life's a large canvas of karmic art, People on its vast face try and sketch—....so true sir, life is a canvas of karmic art. A marvelous poem on karmic art has been astutely delineated by you, I have read more than twice this poem. The inscription is so touching and to the point.It is going to my Poem List. Full vote.
This is an old poem of 2007 vintage. I am so glad you dug it out to read it, liked it so much, and put it on your My Poem List. Thank you so much. And few have patience to read a poem twice. I admire your patience.