Painting Poem by Varchaswi Putcha

Drawing one's painting or portrait is a sacrament pious
It's an ensconcing the throne of Lord, the Creator
It's a re-moulding by the Creator
A true exposition to a brush's enigma
Consecrating blooms of coloured quills
A silent bedaubing ofthe adulations on canvas
A manifestation of an ineffable supreme meditation
An offering a cherished harmony in high honor
Placing a diadem of pied rainbow on the pate
Besmearing an unguent of Chefdoeuvre
Chiselling out strangely the demeanors of dearest
Transmitting nascent sunbeams of gleaming artistry
Cuddling once again the palpitating palettes
Doodling those darlings in cozy curves
Featuring the object into matured expression
Providing a palatable portrait in pomp
Pumping oxygen to the newfound portrait
Stroking a graceful plumage with a brush stroke
Congratulating, by dousing those hearts won, in hues and colors!