Talent Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Spring sings in the air,
Birds fly with their happy wings,
The sky is completely azure
And the fresh leaves of the spirited trees swing in the breeze with delightful ease,
The great artist with all his passion is easily attracted to it;
Beside the tranquil village road he cosily sits with a pleasing
mind
And draws the aesthetic beauty of the queen on the paper with rapt attention.
The passer~by comes and peeps,
Cynically he remarks,
"Oh! rubbish, wastage of time."
Poor passer~by! how will you evaluate the genius of an artist?
You lack that superior talent and skill in your ordinary vision,
You can never sense the beauty of the great season,
But the artist can spontaneously feel and draw the infinite poetry of spring with his exceptional creative power.