The puissant painting ever – Poem by Shraddha

The sun is about to set,

Jerking as the sky thunders,

Comes the untimely raindrops,

Blurring the picture I painted all this while,

And Oh! I see my heart turnover,

Ah … my painting!!!

Petrified to see my trees fall,

My beautiful flowers gloom away,

My mountains fragment,

The stars up above and fishes down below, all disappear,

Here I stand with my brush, gulping down – impuissant.

I heard, “You can scrap it or blend it.”

Blend it? But how? Just when I thought scraping was an easier option.

The paper was dry and the sky was dark,

I was really trying to retain the mountain’s spark,

Then in place of flowers the seeds emerged,

In place of brown – green trees, the pathways surged,

The stars reflecting in the water below,

There came out a wonderful scene,

With more roads to follow and rooting the seeds,

Though not beautiful as the previous one,

It surely was the puissant one!

This moment I knew, others say ‘Easier said than done’,

Rarely you fathom that feeling crestfallen is just not done.

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