The other day I thought to paint a tree,
So
bought a canvas & paints in my, box;
As offered
mere one, rest inaccessible,
An upshot to draw with aesthetics I want.
Painted,
alas, effects weren’t in accordance,
And
as only one canvas, no another thought;
Arduous
to find an alternate or to repaint,
Would
cost to erase, repeat, until what sought.
As perfect
as canvas was, flaws on it was perceptible,
Reiterating,
an anguish & conferred shalt never be same;
So meandered
in open from ‘space’ to another,
To
get a new canvas, maybe more, but not selfsame.
I found
what in need & all paints too I changed,
As
this would be a novel canvas, with restored seeds;
Pledged
not to let what’s on first to swipe on this,
Knowing
it would taint; thus all acts never to repeat! 😊
© Pranav
Chaturvedi 2020