The painter
Monday,24th September 2018
The painter has the holy role
and he calls upon
his own conscious
and present profession as a pious act
He has his own vision
and there remains no confusion
his brush gives shape with colors
the humanity assumes the great honor
he has anguish and pain
and that remain
in his heart forever
he stands like the tower
he has only the foresight
and he considered it as right
he has colors to add
and fight against an odd
it is possible that we know little
but he is a painter of the people
and knows the nerve of their feeling
and transforms it into painting
Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta
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