This poem started while I was listening to some nice folk songs, the simplicity of which, touched me. I wondered how life would be if we keep it as simple as the folk music I had just heard. But as you can see in the poem itself, its just impossible for a man to keep things simple. We always think about a lot of things and end up complicating life...
Life and art looks beautiful when its simple,
Mess with it and it will be as painful as a pimple.
Why do we like to complicate stuff,
And all we do is make life tough...
Then we crib that life is not fair,
Get depressed because nobody would care.
The same thing is true for any form of art,
Do too much and its as chaotic as a fish mart.
let things come out straight from your heart,
Just like the numerous mesmerizing folk art.
You will have everyone swaying to your tune,
Just like a peacock dancing in the monsoon.
Why are we always hungry for more?
Kill, steal and destroy as if a chore...
Why is it so difficult to find a satisfied man?
Be it in the Geeta, the Bible or the Quran....
