World the home
of joys and weeps.
God, the father
a talented workman
sees all feathers ,
glory and withy.
Hands arrange
each day well
ponds and flowers
all as well.
Sometimes the artist
do his painting.
After weeps of children
God , the artist
make buds smile.
One such day
started his art,
Heaven the wall
offered a canvas.
On it the artist
sprayed some colours.
With seven he did.
With seven he made,
a pluckard for future.
With violet,indigo,blue
life as bitter. Then
green as a ray of hope.
Yellow to red, the
veil withers to happiness.
And we the buds,
smiled at it.