articles with varieties and patterns;
                                               
   for us the Great Creator has built
                                                    in
abundance in this wonderful world.
                   
                     
       
                   
                     
        Get imprinted in our mind’s screen
                   
                     
       as snapshots of cute classiness,
                   
                     
       the stuff that plunge into our attention
                                                 
through the two parts of our vision.
                   
                     
     Possess we a mind, specially designed,
                    
                       
to absorb God’s fine arts’ elegance 
                                             that
abound in the regions seen around
                   
                     
    and save them in our folder of memory.
            
                     
           With colours nix, memory-brushes 
seldom our scenes-packed bright minds
                   
                     
     in our destined canvas of imagination
                  
                     
     and display them later in outside podium.
                   
                     
   Pour, some of us our full views and sights 
                   
                     
  that get embedded in the recall pane,
                      
                   
  to the painting brush placed in hand and
                   
                     
    a painting shaded in rainbow-hues, is born.
                   
                     
   The paintings turn into photographs salient
                   
                     
 That speak silently the meanings in volumes
                   
                     
   Magnetizing the beholder’s mind
               
                     
       Giving in fact a mesmerizing effect.
    
                   
                     
   Stops, the prettiness of pictures a while,
                                  
          The passers-by on their way to target
                                 
          And they sight in them the soul and
spirit
                   
                     
  Feel really the bliss of peace and pleasure.
 
