by SOHINEE DEY
Only the splashes of colour they saw, For her it was a means to thaw.
The concoction of colours left them in awe, Underneath were hidden emotions they never saw.
Brushes, Canvas, Easel & Chisel; She didn't forget the Weasel.
Artistry was paramount to her.
Gnawed and Clawed; she stiched them to perfection With Love, Care and Affection.
The Masterpiece was hence created Which left the Painter sated.