The Bull Fighter

In the ring, the bull waits,

A fierce and mighty beast,

With eyes that gleam with rage,

And a strength that never cease.

But the matador is ready,

With his sword and his cape,

A master of the art,

In the arena, he's not afraid.

With a flourish of his cape,

He draws the bull in close,

And with a quick, precise move,

He dodges the beast's mighty blows.

The crowd roars with excitement,

As the matador shows his skill,

A dance of life and death,

A moment that time stands still.

In 1937, it was captured,

A painting that tells the tale,

Of the bull fighter and his prey,

In a moment that will never pale.

The colors are bold and strong,

The lines, they speak of grace,

Nyra Jain's painting is a tribute,

To the bull fighter's dangerous space.

So here's to the matador,

The bull fighter of old,

Who faced the beast with courage,

And left his story to be told.