Her Natural Art

Her natural art Neither was it music Nor your voice as relic You were really divine presentation You sang for world orientation Your vocal cord did not shake It did not make Pathetic show But we all preferred to go along You sang well And opened words to tell About futility of life in general We all became cautious as individuals Is the life so vulnerable? Are we not safe and capable? All were useless arguments It was heavy and sad comment But with all these too I looked at her to guess She had fine feature of attraction It struck me to build permanent relation Is she really same in real? I started to feel She must be kind with heart This is her natural art Pic: - Johnus Poeticus