The Artist

No easel no canvas, pencils erasers, no palette or brushes, neither inks nor paint,
none of these ever, are seen to be used, and yet each masterpiece, without constraint.

On the easel of heavens, the world is her canvas, sunbeams to draw, erasing with breeze,
a palette of clouds, and a single moonbeam, dipped in the oceans, she paints with ease.

When a riot of colours, thus breaks out with glory, in every conceivable, hue tint shade,
can we but exclaim, breathless in awe, what a pretty creature, mother nature’s made!

– Narendra Nayak © 2018

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