The Dynamic Masterpiece Poem by Kavitha Krishnamurthy

An eternal canvas, vivacious masterpieces
The artist is veiled, the picture speaks for him
How each of the work reflects my mood
Or is the world spellbound, engrossing the hues

During the early dawn, the canvas is sky-blue
The cherry radiant sun adds a soft tinge
The gentle white clouds coat a thin layer
The glisten emanation fills in each heart
With new anticipation the spirits get revived
It is a fresh start of an enthralling day

The portrait erases, is replaced by a new one
A picture is now painted for the bright noon
The scorching sun takes the full clout
The milky exuberance layers the canvas
Each one is busy with their own ventures
It is a tough day with tough hours ahead

The image of the dusk is the next in line
The scarlet sun slowly begins to rest
Slowly the murk starts to settle
A shade of ruby and black, paints the canvas
There is tranquility in each and every soul
After the tough day it is the time to relax

The final painted picture is of the night
The colors are exhausted, there is gloom in sight
The mesmeric moon and stars have stolen some colors
They splash the pallid and conclude this portrait
The painter and the souls begin to hibernate
To start afresh and innovatively redraw the canvas yet again