O ARTISTS, BE HEEDFUL

An undone drawing asks

“I want colors!”

O artists, be heedful,

O artists, do the needful

Till today many drawings have been burnt

Yesteryear artists were utterly failed

A lot of attempts

Became like withered flowers

Endeavours very many

Became as dried rivers

 Fire should not swallow the artistry

Our tomorrow should be a glittering history

Listen… listen…

The wounded drawings also ask

“Give us the treatment”-

O artists, catch the call

O artists, cling to the feel

Zest and zeal should pave the path

The destination is the place of peace.