Subhajit describes a born artist in this verse.
He is a born artist
with inborn thrill to spin…
a new earth, free from bugging,
with ethics bestowed in heaps;
innocence in his bright eyes…
the lowly soil’s optimist.
He is the soil’s beloved,
to make pots of earthen bud
to blossom in future’s lap…
with naked tongues, they steal
the virtues of sunny days,
in pages green and white.
He is the simplicity of world
whose smile heals all scars,
whose touch clears all dust,
whose words have no webbed fuss.
he is the demon’s fear.
a journey incessant to carry on.
He is the Supreme’s baby
to draw the splendid scenario,
sketch the portrait of beauty
untouched by all that is muddy.
He is the tune that when joined
creates a music, pleasant to sing on.
Pix from Net.
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