By Piya Sharma
How can a painting, I wonder,
Be so alive,
That leaves me mesmerized,
Every day, each time.
He's the thought,
Delineated on the wall,
That flows within me,
While pouring out my mind,
And earning the friendliest advice.
It's the place,
Where every quandary fades,
Where every gloom subsides,
And comes delight back to life.
With eyes so divine,
Captivating, at every sight,
Surrounded by serene ambience,
Where the peace resides...