He had colors spilled over him
More than the hues on his painting
An ocean, so realistic, even fishes would swim
He drew, without any training
Truly gifted, I only wish
His artwork on the street isn’t washed away, as it’s raining
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Ramya V is an IT professional who delves into the world of books. A voracious reader who believes the pen is mightier to bring about a change. She picks her pen to write when she stumbles upon any social incident that she feels needs attention. Her passion is writing stories and poems in English and Tamil, winning across various platforms.
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This is a brilliant piece. The last line is profound, both literally and metaphorically!