~*~
A mountain top covered by snow,
A waterfall, a lake and a rainbow,
The river, the desert and a meadow,
The falling leaves, fruits and birds,
Blossoming flowers and butterflies,
Colors of dawn, clouds of twilight,
Rising Sun, full moon,and ocean's blue;
The shepherd's song on a bamboo flute
The listeners watching under the tree
The grazing sheep on a green lawn
The sky reclining on the horizon;
These are not the faded paintings
They peep at us from the panes
of centuries!
They look at us with their colors
From the telescopic distances.
They may look tired or withered,
But they do not fade away from us.
Those figures in colors and those
Forms on stones and those sounds
Are the monsters of art let loose
On the omnivorous dinosaur of time!
The hand of art is the womb of creation
Which conquers the time!
~*~
Dt. 31.07.2010
Revised Dt.01.09.2014
-venkat
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