In the morning, Sun
Mixes colours on his own
Mixes colours on his own
pretty day-palatte.
For the choicest use,
He carries his day-palette.
Travels in the sky.
Readied the canvass,
The sky; ready is himself.
Bears a grin on face.
On the canvass, in
Dazzling black and white, he paints.
A startling art.
For Carpe Diem
For the choicest use,
He carries his day-palette.
Travels in the sky.
Readied the canvass,
The sky; ready is himself.
Bears a grin on face.
On the canvass, in
Dazzling black and white, he paints.
A startling art.
For Carpe Diem
Hari Om
ReplyDeletea beautiful trail drawn with words! YAM xx
Thank you,Yamini.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Loved reading this.
ReplyDeleteThank you,SG.
ReplyDeleteHow we love the sun & the palette & the canvas!
ReplyDeleteMakes life possible & beautiful.
Nice words.
Thanks for visiting my blog :)
-Anita
www.anitaexplorer.com
Thank you, Anita.
ReplyDeleteDelightul poem dear pray:)
ReplyDeletebeing from the land of sun(south Asia Pakistan) makes me lucky to observe such stunning sights you portrayed here so beautifully!
hugs!
Thank you, Baili.
ReplyDeletemaybe we all need to paint as well
ReplyDeleteThank you,Deep.
ReplyDeleteExcellent series.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kristjaan
ReplyDeletecarries his day-palette - Like literally. Nice
ReplyDeleteThank you,Sujatha.
ReplyDeleteThat's gorgeous - your words and the nature's artwork! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Vinitha.
ReplyDeleteOh what a true artist he is!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Padmaja.
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