O Great Artist
No artist, painter, sculptor no,
Not any person of this land,
Can ever try or hope to match
That created by Your Hand
Not any person of this land,
Can ever try or hope to match
That created by Your Hand
We can paint and we can draw,
But on Your canvas You,
Can paint a picture, give it life,
Make the art come true.
But on Your canvas You,
Can paint a picture, give it life,
Make the art come true.
We sketch the mountains and the streams,
But You drew them before.
Where once the world was bleak and dark,
You created much and more.
But You drew them before.
Where once the world was bleak and dark,
You created much and more.
The light, the colour, joy and bliss
All does stem from You.
The world knows You by many names,
But You are my Dad, Bapu!
All does stem from You.
The world knows You by many names,
But You are my Dad, Bapu!
The wind it speaks your words, it does,
The birds do sing Your song,
The leaves do rustle, the flowers bloom,
For Your Feet they do long.
The birds do sing Your song,
The leaves do rustle, the flowers bloom,
For Your Feet they do long.
O Great Artist, sketch my life,
Sculpt me now anew,
I care not what the picture is,
But let it be full of You!
Sculpt me now anew,
I care not what the picture is,
But let it be full of You!
-Arnavsinh Tongaonkar
Aniruddha Kaladalan
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