Once I thought to make a sketch,

With an image in mind and HB pencil in hand,

I started drawing,

I was so excited,

I started, just started,

From the bottom of the page.

 

I reached to half of the page,

And realized I am still on the knee,

Where will the head go….

 

I rubbed the whole and started sketch again,

This time I started from top,

And when I reached in half I again realized,

Where will the foot go…

 

It was third time, I tried again,

And started from middle,

And u can’t imagine,

Sketch was without head and foot.

 

Then I realized it’s not just a line,

Drawn on a white clean paper,

Its image of mind,

Pen of memories,

Drawn with color of art,

And with pencil of love….. ….

 

I have image of mind,

I have pen of memories,

I have pen of love,

But Ateendra is still in search of color of art….