He just likes to paint a picture
one that never has two sides
He's not known in books of History
of men who fought for people and rights
Few know him more than just his name
for he leads a solitary life
He knows not how to talk of freedom
and things which could ignite a light
He just likes to paint a picture
one that never has two sides
He cannot make people laugh
nor can he forge their tears
nor can he forge their tears
He seldom laughs, he never whines
but knows that he rejoices inside
He knows not how to sing a melody
or songs which could turn to anthems
He just likes to paint a picture
one that never has two sides
He'd never want a swarm of ties
that'd make him flutter in futility
He couldn't ever shake the world
or make it the better place to live
Yet I see him live for greatness
for I know him more than his name
We know not how to talk of it
and things which could inspire a write
We just like to paint a picture
one that never has two sides.
1 comment(s):
His anonymity is his identity..
His mystery blanket makes him lively..
His neurons ain't complex.. He doesn't expect answers..
Understanding him is not a favour you would do on him but on your self..
Vigil may prevail on you.. because this gem sparkles more than meets your eye..
Upto you, if you can afford this diamond :-)
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