The Lost Paint Book Poem by Archana Prabahar

The Lost Paint Book



In the memory
Lives my first art
When I sketched
My family
In the painting book
Twenty years back!
Now a Professional
Making hundreds of arts
In the art gallery!
A sketch with
Three people
Standing in the garden
In front of my home
In the middle
Holding hands of
My parents and
My doggy standing aside
Was my thought
With sketch pencils
On my painting book
Made thy first sketch!
Hours of Joy
That I felt
Never came back after that!
My drawing tutor
Gave the best score
For that sketch!
In the memory
Still remains the scene!

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