Sunday, January 14, 2007



What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows;
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies


dinesh rao said...

Hey prashant, don't know if you remember but we used to be classmates. Just discovered your blog and am happy to see all the nice sketches.

Yanik said...

Hi Prashant,

Beautiful stuff as i've said before..hope all is well..


amruta said...

achingly beautiful work. am adding a link to your blog from mine. would like to talk about work with you at some point.