The World Is Blank Canvass Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The world is a blank canvass

Friday, March 23,2018
10: 20 PM

The world is a blank canvass
Even though, it represents mass
Where each individual dreams high
But we never allow them to feel right

The individual tries to break the rule
The people call him fool
What a mad kind person is he?
When he has no means to free himself?

What does the individual think?
He has no compulsion to sink
But face it bravely
And prove successfully

It is rightly observed
And the person has also served
With personal caliber
And in the absence of fear

Yes, the world is right
You have to fill the colors with delight
People may take note of your efforts
You will certainly fire the success shot