Expressions,thoughts,ideas and creations,
All burst forth with a single stroke,
Our mind whirls with different colours,
And our hand begins to draw what our mind has provoked. . .
Weak lines, dots, arcs and shapes,
All join together in a brave attempt,
To give sense to the unfinished image,
To retort for viewing them with contempt. . .
As the struggling picture emerges slowly,
We see a black and white scene unfolding,
Our hand glides feverishly,
Smudging, shading ,sketching and moulding. . .
As the skeleton structure is done,
We prepare to grant it life,
To cover it with flesh and skin,
We set free the colours of wildlife. . .
From just a newborn impression,
Its transformation followed its fate,
Come on fellow beings,
Its time for us to CREATE. . .
- SANJANA JAIN ( 1st year Electrical)
4 comments:
very smooth. i love it
Perhaps could have done with another revision or so before posting to edit out some weakish parts.
I really loved the flow in the poem but, good job.
iLike :)
Ah! Thanks mayank and kriti. Im glad you liked it. And vaibhav, your criticism was most welcomed.I will try editing my work better next time before posting it. Thanks.
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