The Painter's Canvas Poem by Asim Baadshah

Colors explode on a waiting sheet,
A dance of hues where visions meet.
Crimson rivers, and sapphire skies,
Emerald forests where wonder lies.

Each stroke whispers, each line declares,
Dreams unfurl from a soul that dares.
Shadows stretch where the light must fall,
A quiet dialogue speaks through all.

Faces bloom from a stroke of gold,
Stories untold in silence unfold.
The canvas breathes with a world anew,
A fleeting truth the brush once knew.

Art becomes time, immortal, profound,
A voice unspoken, yet deeply sound.
Each stroke a heartbeat, tender and rare,
A soul unveiled on colors laid bare.

~ Asim Baadshah