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An Artist Who Paints.

An artist who paints thinks of nothing,

But his art,

Which is his own creation.

The creation of his thoughts which are benign.

To the highest core of his soul.

An artist who paints,

Often imagines things,

Which are beyond the scope of normal human mind.

An artist who paints,

Has inginite scopes to potray and that’s why he or she is an artist.

Adios!

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While Searching.

While searching,

I found a pen,

A memory hidden in a den in the long lost memory lanes.

The pen was old and had faded,

The thought was a beautiful one where you could have fun and enjoy,

With ice cream and a game of bat and ball

While searching,

I found my hard work,

My ardent wishes hidden

And l have let them be,

For they are too old to be got for any desires.

Maybe asking Ma for a small ball or a toy,

For they create such a happenings of old times,

That they bring out your true self which is a child hidden inside you.

Adios!