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Some times I don the garb of a painter
And see what I can create with colours
It’s a strange God like feeling
On a plain blank canvas I dab
With colours and as some form
Takes shape...of a scene
A random thought or maybe
A feeling etched in time
Frozen for time to come
And gradually the canvas is
Crowded with splashes of hues
Streaming across from all sides
Complete...?? No may not yet
The I sign on that corner as
Artists usually...do...
Its looks incomplete even now
And then I add your name
Next to mine
Lo’ it’s a masterpiece of expression
Its no longer paint smeared on
A canvas...
But us ...on the rock
watching the sea roll in
Complete finally
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