ARTISTE

Long time ago it was,
Six hundred years almost.
On a hill top- under a tree,
Painting sunset for the first.
Golden with tinge of orange,
The sun-hills-every dust.
The moment I tried to catch
Found it already lost.

Why Canvas? Even in mind
I wasn’t able to hold
In an instant thousand pictures
I saw in front of me unfold
Yet I carried on,
Cause I was a man.
Make happen impossibles
I knew a man can.

Not as bright as his- my colors
My strokes -not so fine.
His pictures- magnificently alive,
Mine -had not that shine
Hurled away my paints I,
Tears ran down in line.

Up above without temptations
Anyone can act as saint .
Come down fucker! be a man,
Hold this brush and paint.
Such I yelled at him,
With all of my scorn.
Next day in Vinci,
Leonardo was born.

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