One day I sat back
In a room on a warm pack
Held up the canvas to make an art piece
Took out my colours not just a black n white feastThis time I knew it's gonna be different
As.... I was a resident of my persona , not just a mere immigrantThis time I knew it will last
No matter the ups and downs I know they'll pastWith a newfound joy and unraveling desire
I started inking as if my pen was on fireBut....all I could draw was a face of my own
A sleek smile with gleaming eyes unbeknownSerene eyes and a calm face
Depicting the state of my inner paceAs soon as I finished
I held it up high....astonishedThe canvas wasn't wet
My hands weren't tremblingI'd grown up in a unique design
And now I knew my mind was really mineAshlesha Dubey
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Trembling Hands Wet Canvas
कविताWounds heal but scars remain , Time passes fast , what goes slow is pain. Sailing in sea alone in the boat , Sound to the agony , in the words coat Dig in.... And you won't regret !