Painting Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal
Painting
My granddaughter loves painting
her paintings are hot
she transforms the burning sun
into a yellow spot
but she tells
no, no, no... it's fun
I am transforming a yellow spot
into the Sun.
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: yellow,sun,transformation,fun,granddaughter
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5/6/2024 1:41:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
She is a good painter as she transforms the burning sun into a yellow point. She will become an artist when she can turn the red point to sun. A lovely poem with nice ideology. Thank u dear Asit for sharing this poem with us.