The artist in Sowmya
The Artist in Sowmya
On the scene there arrived a cover,
Where beautiful flowers did hover,
In an ecstatic profuse shower,
As a wonderful collage'bower.
Many a drawing the cover closeted,
And on each my eyes got rivetted;
The designs were intricately matted,
And the etched drawings astounded.
The bigger charts—true -a feat,
To view the lovely paintings neat,
The aghast heart missed a beat;
It was to the eyes a bounteous treat.
Bound I'm to specially mention,
About the remarkable two, sections;
The distant snow-capped mountains,
With the green shrubbery in confrontation.
And the exquisite bird of Paradise,
With its colourful plumage, did entice;
The young artist's skill—singularly nice,
Could be honed to secure a prize.
May God bless you, Sowmya dear,
With a long healthy life to steer;
May you be perched high in many a sphere,
And be filled with happiness clear
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poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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