Staring at the canvas,
How can we fill it?
Glaring the pallet,
The paints sit still.
A breath in,
eyes closed.
Picking up the paintbrush,
Now no turning back.
The beauty of the darkness hypnotizes,
Captures one as if a trick.
Its lighter shades contrast the elegance,
Stating boldness and strength.
The paintbrush curves the rainbow,
With love and life in each stroke.
Dazzling dyes fill in the canvas,
A pure picture of dear diversity—
Not a smudge on the painting,
Except for one.
That one smudge,
Kept poisoning the pleasure.
Sometimes it grew,
As if a blot rubbed on—
But the colours were always
There to heal the sight.
–S. Mysha Urooj, Amity International School, Noida
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