Poem 269 : Undipped Brush

 Undipped Brush

                                 - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

The softness felt in touch,

A dryness moving fresh,

Water and paint to touch,

Plain and white sheets kept,

The touch of paint is felt,

Brush moving in and out,

Coloured and discoloured,

Again and again it is done,

Into all the colours of life,

Darkness and light mingling,

Water helping hard in singling,

Finally walking like a duckling.