O Artists Be Heedful Poem by ROCHISH MON

An undone drawing asks

“I want colors! ”



O artists, be heedful,

O artists, do the needful



Till today many drawings have been burnt

Yesteryear artists were utterly failed



A lot of attempts

Became like withered flowers

Endeavours very many

Became as dried rivers



Fire should not swallow the artistry

Our tomorrow should be a glittering history



Listen… listen…



The wounded drawings also ask

“Give us the treatment”-



O artists, catch the call

O artists, cling to the feel



Zest and zeal should pave the path

The destination is the place of peace.