Life Is Like A Painting

Life is like a painter Who paints a beautiful picture Of a mother who showers her baby Colors of water steadily Flowing onto the child’s body With his eyes wide open Looking so vibrant And hoping He would not be drowned By his mother Only the painter Could change all the factors The mother let loose And the baby goes dozing Articulation of living perfectly Events were created chromatically Surpassing all anticipations Exceeding all expectations Blanketing all cloudy minds To live with honor Or to live with disgrace In a life out of place Exaggeration could be the word But, as a painter We paint our picture The picture is premature Success, failure and glory Could be your history Don’t call it quit When you have succeeded Look at the painting The stroke of living Is in your hands