The Perfect Painting
What worth was my work,
If I intended to cause a hurt,
Adjudged the best still a sad loser,
Model of success is beyond any measure,
Art in blood, zeal and hard work ,
All were certain, I surely will do wonders,
Yet one similar zest, also could plunder,
Disheartened, why should anyone surrender ,
Selfish and proudly I could never be,
Will exhibit my work to only a degree,
That would not mean to crush any ego,
And that didn't make anyone feel so low,
No art in world can ever compare,
Each artist has his own unique flair,
Why call it The perfect painting?
Why not everyone painting to perfection ??
Written on 9/6/14
Sponsor- Elly wouterse
Contest- The perfect painting
Now entered for contest "Your fav old poem" by Shadow
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2014
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