#WritcoPoemChallenge
Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...
But the masterstroke faded all on the game.
Spilled water over the frame and then wake up with none the same .
When nothing on earth let you win the same,
It's the paintings that preserves time game .
When flowers all spread fragrance like opium
Zain.
The life is as decorated as the same .
Though the picture is still unframed but wall is ready to bear the pain .
Though speckled ,
Though withered ,
Though aged ,
By the end of the day it is heart that - matters
...the unframed picture is hung on the wall....
in vain , bore pain , but sane but sane .