Mystery of the Canvas

Every morning

when I get up from bed

I see the half-painted

blue canvas

With a glowing face

inviting me

to give it the final touch.

But I hesitate

to colour the large blank canvas

which may take years to be filled

I hesitate

to disfigure its beauty

I keep thinking the whole day

But at the night

while going to bed

I find the large space

full of little stars

blinking with their little eyes

and a moon - their king

Smiling at me with glee.

Then I wonder

about the mystery of the canvas,

the creation and the creator -

I try to define

Who painted such a vast space

within a day's time?