The Nameless Artist
The Nameless Artist Here I stand, Here I bow, From Kings and queens to peasants and thieves, None could deny his magical deeds, The Poor and hungry his slaves, Humankind his gift, I stand here, I am through, The light if divinity so pure to know, A touch all it took for me to heal, Born again to live in peace, My world through my colors now one sees. Here is the nameless artist.... The Nameless artist...the words just flew and a string was made...this poem is my dedication to artists like them. This art my friends is called road drawings.We know about 3D road drawings back in the West which is practiced and loved by all, but not this because it is here in India that such art arises out of necessity.This particular man whom I encountered while walking down had to say many things.What astonished me the most was that he said his art was not for sale when I asked him why he did not paint and sell his works?He said h...