The Art Room

I visited the art room,

One day in the morning,

Saw some paintings,

And found them charming.

I stepped ahead

Moved towards the wall

looked at the painting

Which was neglected by all

It was kept aside

By thinking it was gloomy

It was deep and calm

Went inside through me

I asked him

He denied to tell

Was it his secret

Or any spell?

I noticed his eyes

Saw the shining tears

He was hiding them with

a smile which he wears

I realised his sorrow,

While leaving the art room,

It wasn't the room of paintings

It was his heart room.