There are many things

I might have been but I’m not

And I don’t have regrets

Neither give them a thought

But to be a painter

I always yearned

Though drawing lines

Were not my concern

If only a painter

I had been

The graffiti in my mind

You could have seen

The curves of your lips

Lying perfectly on your face

Those deep sparkling eyes

Hiding behind the specs

Those golden locks

Straddling over your eyes

Those expressions you make

When pleasantly surprised

That thoughtful look you have

While gazing the sky

If only I’d have been a painter

( your)PAINting I had surely tried

Become a painter Prankies

I want to see your graffiti of mind and your PAINting also

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina