In the realm of art, a storyteller stands,
Crafting worlds with gentle hands.
Pulp to canvas, hues ethereal take flight,
A symphony of colours, both deep and light.
Through the eyes of the painter, a vision divine,
Where humans and creatures in harmony combine.
Pondering, he sculpts the language of the earth,
A dialogue of coexistence, a testament of birth.
From the surface, they rise with grace,
Alive in texture, an inviting embrace.
Contours carved by an artist's hand,
Each, a raised effect; each love unplanned.
A dance of shadows, a play of light,
On a bare surface, emotions take flight.
The canvas breathes, tells us the untold,
The friend emerges, timeless and bold.
Sana Krishna
