Neither a writer nor a painter nor even a sculpturist,
But yes I wish to make a masterpiece like every artist
Thoughts come and go, leaving me alone,
Paper in my hand turned round and cone,
Yes, but like that wish of uniqueness in my mind,
It’s all there but nothing of its kind
Days pass, colors added to the home yet to build,
What could it be, that would be one in field,
Thought, thought to use the brush in red & yellow,
But so poor at art that couldn’t paint it shallow
Just brushed the papers with yellows, blues and greens
The reds, greens as if mixing my life’s keens
So idea dropped alas, but my realization spoke,
Yes this is the masterpiece you desired
It’s made before I got tired………...
We are coders, we just code.
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And you still talk about the masterpiece, lady you've got time!
Lend me some too, I'm sure it's worth a dime.
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ReplyDeleteMasterpiece ......... one should never think about what will be the product, it affects natural artist inside us
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