Love Art
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.