Stood like a lamp for hours,
Chaos of earth unbothered.
Is it magic or curiosity?
Hangs the question hollow.
Divine art hanging alone,
Deep and open like my soul,
Everyday I wonder,
Why so dark at bottom?
Bright shading on the top,
Remind me of my actions.
Traced with precision on canvas,
Resembles mine thoughts.
Frame cracked here and there,
Depicting it’s flaws.
Like every other art on land,
Beauty is meant to be mortal.
Longer I stare, more I awake,
With lesson taught everyday.
Shook my mind to find,
A mirror! It is!