The Canvas

It was shoved into my hands

As I stood there unplanned

The boundaries were laid

The colors and tools were displayed

For years I adorned with a certain quandary

Not an inch outside the boundary

Not a color from within

I stood lost in the usual din

Nature breathed a new life

The colors were now magnanimous

The canvas stood without a moment’s strife

Wanting to be anonymous

Then the thunder roared

The rain poured

The colors gave away

To make a clear Today

The Canvas stood still

With no colorful spill

The boundaries had vanished

With no societal brandish

The Canvas was eternally Now

A Masterpiece!

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