By Vivek Prabhu K
Sitting in front of a blank canvas,
With a brush in my hand.
Not knowing what to paint,
Should I paint the blues with patience?
Or the humor with an orange.
A green with hope.
I wait for my soul to open with what I can paint.
I do get an idea out of the blue,
And begin to do what I should do.
Paint, paint, and paint.
My brush dripping with paint,
Begins a merry-go-round.
On the canvas so white,
Fills with colors so bright.
Ah! I can truly say it’s a piece of art,
Painted by me,
To be admired by many.