Paint

Blank as it was

Plain paper on board

White and endless as such

Life has its own road.

I had just a miles away

Something was missing

Since I lift it on the day

I swear on God for everything.

So then I wait

For her to paint

Colours in my life to let

Brushes and squashes of a saint.

I had no blanch of thought

This is not just a colour

The whole of the world I got

Just I failed to see before.

She was a painter

Yes! The greatest of all

She skilled in smooth and slaughter

Recipes had it full of the hall.

I wish if I could

Just thanks in return

For every drop of oil, I stood

The best painting of life I earn.

Mother they say

I could not see her first

She left, they replay

I still wish if I could ask at last.

She did her best

To bear me down and raise

Drew her tips for rest

Wish I had one moment to praise.

So as we know

Love and care it shows

Colour that fades slow

I have my paint just the way she sows.