Poem 188 - Love to break free

I watched as a small crowd gathered in the shop

Looking at the latest beautiful paintings on sale

I myself stared at this one picture, wondering what it meant

What made it so special, hanging on that rusty nail?

I just stared at it deep inside, wondering it that's what is real art

And for a moment, I could see the colors move about

Was it an illusion no it wasn't

Keep me safe with you, it seemed to shout

So, before any hand could pick up that painting

I removed it from the nail, and took it away

Yes, I seemed to understand the love inside it

I knew it wasn't my mind making the colors sway

I knew I understood the hard work, the love

The creativity, the purpose, the happiness

This was what I really could call art

While maybe others think it is a mess

-Gaurang Rao

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