Last art
An artist with just fingertips
Painting his creation of lifetime
His clothes bearing color patches
Messy, like his puzzled mind
Canvas full as background ends
Many colors then came to play
One by one came and reign
Who can tell where it would end
Even painting staring being amazed
It changes-nice, pleasant and odd
Overflowing the colorful emotions
By the dawn he will end this all
A painting, meaningful or else
And With this put an end to all
Joy, grief, love , emotions– for good
And he will give away the brush
When he would finish sketching his life
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