Art lives in the hearts of human
Starting at birth it ends as the setting sun
The first cry of a child is a great art
It stirs the mother and cools her heart
People enjoy smile and sounds of growing child
They rejoice any action as artistic kind
Once I met a boy seven years old
He was like a flower with flair of gold
I was a guest in their lovely home
He was shy to enter my room
I called him to make him easy
Soon he became my friend and busy
He was curious about me and my passion
He surprised me with question after question
I wondered how to manage a genius like him
He dwelt on wonderful artistic theme
He brought his scrapbook to show his treasure
His joy for sharing was my pleasure
My sojourn was coming to an end
This news saddened my little friend
He looked pale and approached slowly
His eyes were in tears mixed with glee
He extended his hands to offer a gift
I was surprised to see the sudden shift
He gave me an art of a lovely place
It charmed my heart with its divine grace
He painted a village with a flowing river
People enjoyed the blessing of the Great Giver
I stood speechless in front of the artist boy
Then silently left his home with immense joy
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Forest calls me again and again.
Forest tells me to feel her pain.Feller cuts trees like slayer.
He does not give heed to her prayer.
Birds and butterflies flutter in fear.
Ferns and flowers shed their tear.
All other wildlife cry for life.
Cruel feller growls with knife.Forest calls me day and night.
Forest cries to see her plight.
I pretend to be busy over greater task.
Nobody knows me under my mask.
I give lecture and write against felling,
People get charmed by story telling.
They give awards for my deed!
They chant slogans to inspire my bid!
Poor forest calls me again and again.
Her frantic calls die in vain.
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