He paints with words
Or paints as such
The world inside him
Forcefully or gently but effectively
He is at peace
When he is out with it
One may like it or not
But he feels relieved
Colours and effects
Mark his works
He does what he does
To please not himself and nobody
When he works
Between him and his work
Nothing can come
He and his work become one
He bares his heart
Piece by piece
Which shows in his work
In a way that is unique
And some of his works
Touch the onlooker so deep
That he feels lost completely like an artist
When his work is yet unfinished and incomplete
When one can't take away his eye from it
And it coveys more and more meaning hidden in it
Nothing better or more meaningful there could be
What the artist has created is a masterpiece!
Or paints as such
The world inside him
Forcefully or gently but effectively
He is at peace
When he is out with it
One may like it or not
But he feels relieved
Colours and effects
Mark his works
He does what he does
To please not himself and nobody
When he works
Between him and his work
Nothing can come
He and his work become one
He bares his heart
Piece by piece
Which shows in his work
In a way that is unique
And some of his works
Touch the onlooker so deep
That he feels lost completely like an artist
When his work is yet unfinished and incomplete
When one can't take away his eye from it
And it coveys more and more meaning hidden in it
Nothing better or more meaningful there could be
What the artist has created is a masterpiece!
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