A miracle worker, an Art
Having a 7×3 inch,
stitched cloth, covering 3/4th of my face.
Feeling immense pressure,
as I fit my head into that broken, sliding metal.
- couldn't feel the messy path of the wind,
which witnessed the beauty of a real artist,
who spread HIS orange-yellow paint,
across the blue sky.
At that moment,
those feelings that rushed into my mind,
like an arrow,
made me feel wondered.
Every single picture,
I'm witnessing, is going
to fade sometime,
is going to fade someday,
- is going to fade one day.
Even this moment,
where I'm in,
is slowly fading,
- slipping into the memory folder of my heart's file.
- that thought made me realise that,
I'm just an art of a magical artist,
a miracle worker, an art,
who is going to fade sometime,
who is going to fade someday,
who is going to fade one day,
- one day.