World the homeof joys and weeps.God, the fathera talented workmansees all feathers ,glory and withy.Hands arrangeeach day wellponds and flowersall as well.Sometimes the artistdo his painting.After weeps of childrenGod , the artistmake buds smile.One such daystarted his art,Heaven the walloffered a canvas.On it the artistsprayed some colours.With seven he did.With seven he made,a pluckard for future.With violet,indigo,bluelife as bitter. Thengreen as a ray of hope.Yellow to red, theveil withers…See More