Settled myself in a bullock cart,
to travel in the world of art.
I was blessed with weapon when born,
but unawared how to use it and horn.
Life was becoming lifeless,
because it was artless.
As entered in the world of art,
i could find interrogating my all part.
Soul was happy and feels pleasant,
when i bought an art and giving payment.
Cells of brain cheered,
their happiness was crisply appeared.
Heart was in its elation,
because now it was groved in fashion.
In great joy limbs were leaping,
by forgetting past worries and clippings.
But i was in great confusion,
to take part in this institution.
Here, majority of parts was in favour of this,
then, how could I dare to deny their wish.
Life was becoming lifeless, because it was artless. As entered in the world of art, Soul was happy and feels pleasant, you are a born artist my dear young poet...... keep on. when the heart cries for art inside, then it is a sign...... be an artist of all kinds. concentrate...... do not fall into the evils of youth society... be concentrated my young and dear poet. God bless you. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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