Canvas Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Life seems to be experience
An experience with competitions
The competitions for a foothold
For a living in this beautiful land

Life it is a happiest thing
With limited time we have to spend
The canvas and time to sketch
The picture of the great human being.

People came and drew the pictures
Then followed by heirs and tried to finish
But failed miserably, the sketches incomplete
The brush and paint is somewhere missing.

The canvas can be changed but not the mind
Where determination and will is a matter
Where conscience and conscious the tools
Where judges are the great nature that to judge.