I can see a painter, sketching some lines on a canvas
converting his imagination to reality;
His eyes are sparkling like star, his hands are moving with his creativity,
solely concentarting on his art;
As he draws the outline, the canvas becomes picturesque
like a rising sun;
As he touches the canvas with colour, it wakes to life,
birds chirping, flowers blooming, smooth flow of river;
As the painting comes to finish, his delight comes on his face
with a soft smile of satisfaction;
Seeing him I feel
No Man is complete unless he is a Painter;
Hi Vikas, welcome to poemhunter. well done! ! ! excellent! ! ! . i can see and feel the words because i'm not only a poetess but an artist also and love to throw the colour of my feelings on the canvas. keep sending your beautiful words. take care
I liked the simile of the painter and his work coming to life. Good poem. Keep posting.
I have to say I agree somewhat. I believe that a degree of imagery is important in everyone's life. Good writing, keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem has painted this canvas very well! lovely creation!