Art of life

The sun shades the world
In the dialect, of an artist who directs his boards,
Variations are implemented, a color governs the nature of the art,
And in a slight breeze, I can believe we all are an art, and a form of art,
An art of a spirit,
That directs the noon and sunrise,
That sprinkles rain and whispers about the coming of monsoon,
Then the seasons change, the colors abound in a different exclamation,
While we are sharing our happiness with friends, and sadness too,
But this blend of occurring is a shade of the art, always flowing with full gusto, like a monkey dart from one rock to other, greeting is the sound of love in all the variations, that we see, through this art.


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