We are all born painters,
Gifted already with a palette of colours,
How we utilise it and sprinkle them,
On the blank canvas decided our fate,
Angles to the stories sketched thus,
Can’t be denied, like the same light,
Falling on every piece of art,
Still, making diverse shadows,
Due to the positioning of the piece.
When darkness befalls colours unite,
Like us, basically the same,
Starting and ending our lives in a dot,
It’s the in-between which lives in our hands,
Daub the tints as you wish but don’t forget,
You too can’t evade some splashes on yourself.