Painting... Poem by Prankul Agarwal

Today I felt like painting a face new,
Give it a shape and form known by very few.
It was her during days when she was with me,
More beautiful than anyone else you'll ever see!

I colored her eyes big yet innocent in light brown,
Her hair curling up cheeks as and when she moved around.
Sad, smiling or angry her were among to choose,
Stupid she looked more beautiful in anything i drew.

A baby soft smile and more thoughful it was,
It was same her troubling me always as in the past.
Time came soon to give a tender touch to her cheeks,
Careful i was not to wake her up again from the deep sleep.

It turned out to be so real I ever imagined it to be,
Looking no different as if she had actually painted me