Am I a writer
Who pens in a paper to perk things up
Scribing sceneries on sheets
Using the might of inks to mould minds?
Or I am a painter
Who has a brush in one hand and Canva in another
Painting pictures of past and present
Revealing memories that reminds
With the use of platters of paint
Or am I an artist
Whose lyrics depicts loss, love, and longing of beloved
With words to withhold the world of music?
Yeah I am an artist with diversed creativity
Hands using mediums to disseminate the same message
The hands with words and colors
That preserves the uniqueness of arts of emotion
Art which is the heart of the soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem