Artist

She felt the knowledge gap

and could hardly accept

the bitter veracity with valour.

She chose to fail a hundred -

but not to be a jack of all trades

and a master of none!

She heard them whisper

the bad luck of a shallow brain, 

and an aching heart -

thriving to rise up to the real -

but stuck in the fantasy of reel.

She cried and yelled in guilt;

at last she brought in her ;

the zeal of her imperfections.

For her wonder her inability 

 became her sole identity.

She tried, failed a thousand.

She stood up smiled and embraced her:

She caressed and cared

her fortunate flaws.

She fed them up to a giant tree

the one which gives shelter, 

the one which gives shade,

the one which gives music,

the one which ends with

the limitless imperfections.

Do you know who she is 

She is an artist!