It starts as a stroke in a plain white sheet,
Like a very small dot in a big blue world;
As the brush is dipped in a palette of colors,
The red baby feet are soiled;
Creative fingers that behold and guide the brush,
The creator’s finger holds hand and leads the child;
Base colours spread all over begins to dry,
Characters and attitude spreads out and starts to fly;
Half sheet done, the colours choose their neigbours and order the brush,
The offspring blooms out and chooses its society;
Strokes and colours sprayed becomes inerasable,
Choices made and decisions taken are irreversible;
Each sheet is unique with its strokes & colours,
So is life with its experiences…
