Master Painter

With colours on his palette,

He attempts to strike the perfect blend,

With canvas so small,

He tries to embellish life with zest.

With hands that flow in grace,

He brews hues of emotions with accomplishment,

With bristles so confused,

He recreates adventures every spilt second.

With michief guiding his fingers,

He etches countless dead ends,

With heart of love and kindness,

He smudges the tangled knots.

With skilled artwork marking his presence,

He showcases forth a white light,

With sorrows built in darkness,

He chalks the bridge of happiness.

With the thread to our lives in his hand,

He is the master painter,

With striking balance to perfection,

He is hailed in every breath.

-- Sunita Iyer