Death Of An Artist Poem by Nitin Suresh

As we gallop into the era of modernity comforting ourselves with gadgets to replace simple pleasures of life. We have unknowling crushed countless faceless people, their dreams and their identities.A tribute to simple farmers, artists and people who had once enriched our lives

In the midst of morning calm
As he sat on the courtyards of temple
Wishing praying like the thousands did that day
Hoping that some child fascinated will come his way


He lived the years the only way he knew how to
Selling wooden toys, colorful dreams and cherubic smiles
In days when children loved what their hearts wanted
On these very courtyards where the divine blessed

Soft strains of a Music so simple
Granny’s tales, Sister’s chatter, Picnics and Lush mangoes
In days when children loved what their hearts wanted
Wooden toys, Colorful dreams and cherubic smiles

Days when things went as they pleased for long to cherish
Kids were charmed with something colorful
Just as the parents who could walk in for peace
Life not so demanding a lot less regimented

He toiled for years making cute dolls decked in finery
So that his kids and wife could live and survive
He had simple wishes from god
To let him live in midst of the calm

But as years passed by slowly a small conspiracy brewed
Winds of modernity started blowing this way
Temple and the spirits of gods grew stronger and older
With gizmos, books and mind began ruling the day

No longer the Gods and temple had place for him
For they wanted cleansing of the rich and their sin
Offering cacophony for parents who walked in for peace
Making a factory of lives who visited for moments within

As the evening drew close and before the birds flew back
Desperation within made him stammer for that one coin
Begging, streching his hand as he no longer could sell
Wooden toys, Colorful dreams and cherubic smiles