The beauty of art is when you start creating it,
It’s a different story in your head,
And until the end, it becomes something else.
Something you never imagined,
Your art creates some magic.
And masterwork becomes known,
Beautiful artwork no suspicion.
A portrayal of something phenomenon,
With the first stroke of colour,
Leading the way to a composition,
Praised by none but the almighty above.
That’s how creativity follows us,
With a feather pen having on hand,
Thinking of a character, showing its temperament,
Which is all different from what you thought it would be,
Still, you continue accepting it,
Knowing it will lead to your masterpiece.