Canvas of Life

Beguiling, isn’t it?
How the colours swirl?
Like a ball to a mitt
Or like water in a whirl.

We are a swirl
Like colours in a palette
Ready to be painted
On the canvas of life.

The bold brush strokes,
Across the canvas
Bring out the timid lines
Left by our thoughts.

The painting is ready.
It’s master proud!
Fit to hang,
Among adorned Capolavori.

Just then,
A new idea sparks up,
‘Nd you leave
The painting on an easel!

-Akshaya Krishnan

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