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;