Work Will Go On Till I Last Breathe

No, no, I am not a poet, Whatever, I see or hear Just paints on the canvas With the brush of perception, In your heart and mind, I am sure, I am not a blind, You search and find, I am trying to beautify my self, Beautifying through you; the nature Just I am pick grief, sorrow, pain, cry... Put into the bin, to show you, Dust is the colour of life I always search happiness inside the bin, I put all the colour of life Into the canvas, 'Tis a compass to find the direction To walk on the road of life No, no I am not a poet Just paints to ease my self Many colour, with your colour, You are my inspiration You are my guide You all are nothing but a paint I put you all on my canvas, Ah! canvas of life without coulor So barren, so sad, tasteless It fades and I paint Work will go on till I last breathe.