Artist
All of them loved and called me artist
Due to my painting curves of twist
I tried my brush with different season
It dances according to my real vision
I starts deep voyage without horn
It makes up with speechless born
I tried every corner of the mixture
I took Deep breaths after my picture
When I swim in my own gist
Even sun rays can't go to touch
My views were reflects like a mist
It makes countless words very much
You travelled with your vehicle
I don't have,my conceit is my life
Brush and colours are my eyes
My thoughts of slice are my sights
I hope people will see my sublime
Not by colours but by deep emblem.
Shekappa Satyappanavar
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