The Canvas. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Canvas.
The world a large canvas
Perfect to draw and erase in times
The nature takes the brush
And draws the beautiful picture
The curious onlookers we are
The canvas a little large
But pictures are so beautiful
Faded and redrawn and washed
The things are continuing.
We are only spectators
And supposed to enjoy the pictures.
Friday, June 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The world is a canvas and nature is continuously drawing pictures and washing and then continues its own drawings.
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6/1/2024 9:39:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely poem. Truly the world is a large canvas.Added to my poemlist