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It Started with a Blank Canvas
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It Started with a Blank Canvas
At the start stood a blank canvas
In the womb of stark nothingness;
The greatest Artist first drew out
From the depth of deep emptiness
The pictures of heaven and earth
Shrouded in depressive darkness.
To lift the veil from the canvas,
With His smart and dexterous skill
He spread the beam of light thereon
In a spirit full of goodwill
And to raise the canvas` delight
He pitched the sky above waters.
To enhance the canvas` beauty
The Artist sketched out the dry land
Painted in fruit trees, greenery
And vegetation found in dreams
With birds flying across the sky,
The moon and stars veiled by sunbeams.
With colourful brush, He scattered
Moving creatures on the dry land
Swimming bodies on blue water
And in a wonderful garden
At the centre of the canvas
Penciled the seeds of primal man.
This wondrous work of art, indeed,
Was crafted as an artistry,
Not as a fun, but as a feat
Of fondness for humanity,
As a distinctive tapestry
With the loveliest imagery.
This painting of the universe
With stars, the sky and the moonlight,
With rivers, lakes and the forest,
With oceans, waves and the sunlight,
With hills, mountains and waterfalls
Was all wrapped in wondrous snowballs.
This unique work of tapestry
With divine thoughts and messages
Transmitted to humanity
By the Artist through long ages
Remains living testimony
Of divine glory and beauty.
Yet, how many His art cherish!
How many His canvas relish!
How many His feat admire!
How many His thoughts inspire!
How many His words do follow!
How many`re moved by His halo!
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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