Artist

You the creator of the nature, 

you frame the words of the people, 

but, why you shed your tears in miniature? , 

why frame your false laughter?

Blowing by the winds, you wash the leaves, 

why you don't bother to look at yourself? 

You hide your qualifications,

instead of your false laughter.

The nature greets at you today, 

the criminals shed tears for you, 

the champs plants trees on the way you go, 

the sky cries by rain, 

the sun dries in pain.

Oh my artist! Are you the son of god?

Consuming darkness, you give us light, 

piercing thorns, you clear your paths, 

are you the artist, the world greets at.

By Arghya Samaddar

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful poem for life and nature.
"The nature greets at you today,
the criminals shed tears for you,
the champs plants trees on the way you go,
the sky cries by rain,
the sun dries in pain."
The poem create thoughts and places. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Riddhi]

Wow....What a beautiful poem...I indeed liked the poem and enjoyed reading it...i agree with you about all the things about an artist in this poem put forward by you...i appreciate your use of words...you are very talented writer who has the quality to use a words in such a way that creates an unflinching interest
in the reader for reading your poem...Keep on writing and thanks for sharing...
eager to read your next writing...
Riddhi

[Tomás Ó C..]

Love the use of language here...

[Pushkar Prabhat]

WoW!!!
beautiful dedication..........
very well written......
i liked it!!!
:)