Do we remember those days,
sketching meadows & mountains,
with flowing river stream or lakes,
in early morning or evening sunsets?
Distant birds flew with shadows,
a lone coconut tree or vegetation,
silhouettes of a small boat floating,
and we watch, from a simple hut.

These basic of the drawing,
make us joyful from within,
some even dream, be in a zone,
wishing to live a life, of their own.
For, in childhood, we have no concern,
facing struggles, having aspirations,
it's the beauty of our imagination,
drive us to our destinations.

But, the years marched on,
we grew up and learned,
chasing the dazzling lights,
lured by passion or ambitions.
Spending days in tiny chambers,
we forget the days of adventures,
where our curiosities were aroused,
by being closer, to the nature.

Gone were days of innocent paintings,
of clouds, mountains, groves or forest,
it's a mad rush for reaching the top,
we are more concerned to earn riches.
No one seek the outskirt or village,
even travel has become selfie chances,
so, would we go beyond commitments,
grasp the essence, of childhood moments...

That made us sketch in the first place?

© Dr. Manish Rout