Canvas

Life seems to be experience An experience with competitions The competitions for a foothold For a living in this beautiful land Life it is a happiest thing With limited time we have to spend The canvas and time to sketch The picture of the great human being. People came and drew the pictures Then followed by heirs and tried to finish But failed miserably, the sketches incomplete The brush and paint is somewhere missing. The canvas can be changed but not the mind Where determination and will is a matter Where conscience and conscious the tools Where judges are the great nature that to judge.