A painter


Standing on the sea shore
Watching at the ripples
Hearing undulation's roar
Kissing ruction's dimples.

In his utter mum
He seized on the brush
Started to hum
Began painting in hush,

On his canvas colors floating
as a celestial perch's fin
For raw charms were gloating
on the castalian ocean;

Sinking deep in this art
Passion running through veins
Being his portrait's part
As if heartfelt emotion drains:

This is the way all painters grind
Whirling all sized dippers
Pursuing deepest thoughts of mind
Listening to soul's whispers,

Then a portraiture ......
becomes par excellence
And a soulful seductress !

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