The Immortality Of Art

Thousand sleepless nights he has spent in your making.

He racks his brain, to design you “the best”.

His mind whirls with percepts of making you glorious.

Days and nights of toil and sweat,

He spends to bring you to shape.

His hands are swollen to make you smooth.

His legs bear him for hours, to make him work your stature and cut.

What intricacies are involved, to lend you grace?

Finally, the artist breaths life into you, with all his will and zest.

And you his “immortal art form” reach the pinnacle

And stay on, at top, for eternity!

~ BY: S.R.VIDHYA ~

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