I was born on the hand of Artist ,
the brush which had created my shape, was having a magical touch,
every stroke had a joy of creation .
The white Canvas slowly giving birth of portrait of most gorgeous lady of the earth.
I slowly started feeling of emotions which reflects in my look,
the bold colours are like my ornaments,
I was watching , what colour of garment is selected by my artist ,
oh my God it's my favourite colour, swan white .
My childhood was passed on a wall , the room was full of paint smell and bright light.
Very alone and many of us were staying in the same room, but no one speak .
After long waiting, one day my Artist took me to large hall.
I was excited and joyful to enjoy my freedom.
My beauty was the voice of the room and spread all around.
My creator sold me to a rich man , how...