Art Poem by aryaindia india

to creativity


God gave me this art
Of which many are a part
Tuitioned me how to start
To touch he gave me the dart - of words

An art I never did know
I possess varied and so
It comforts makes me glow
To Him all this I owe - my thanks

The art that satisfies true
It never lets me get blue
In truth it's indeed a clue
Why I'm happy ne'er rue - in thoughts

To feel the art with my pen
Touch cords in many (wo) men
Get reviews and increase by ten
Each time it is understood when - my feel

With art I sense so a peace
No harsh words can convey to tease
My sanity with this does appease
Get over down feelings with ease - soul free