Love Art

A little edge ignited my oil;

A thought I never dreamt of;

The passion lying idle at

The bottom of my heart;

I thought I could add only a few dots;

But it transpires 

I have drawn many lines;

That gave colors to my passion

Wings to my dreams;

And rhythm to my brush;

Which traveled across the paper;

Yet the unsettled lines;

Unfurls the beguiling portrait;

Which I have discerned 

At the end;

Exemplifies the inner craft of art-making.