The Canvas.

The world a large canvas
Perfect to draw and erase in times
The nature takes the brush
And draws the beautiful picture
The curious onlookers we are
The canvas a little large
But pictures are so beautiful
Faded and redrawn and washed
The things are continuing.
We are only spectators
And supposed to enjoy the pictures.

by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

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A lovely poem. Truly the world is a large canvas.Added to my poemlist