Splatters of emotions,
Strokes of happiness,
Painting of passion,
That was his power.
Words not spoken
Were portrayed by his devotion.
A mere blank canvas
Now had a hundred stories to tell.
Locked in the box
The paintings wanted to speak.
Artist was caged
The ideal son was the king.
Happiness of his parents
Were now his biggest grief.
Artist in him started a revolt,
The son was defeated by his inner soul.
Now the paintings could speak,
So as he.
Pleasure was shared by both the beings.
The scared son died.
But the Artist Rejoiced!!
-Mortivest
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