Our Master's Piece

He paints a stroke 

With his palette and brush

Bringing some milk whites here

And some cherry reds there 

He sings a song

With his note and tune

Bringing some sweet sparrows here

And some loud thunders there 

He writes a line

With his ink and quill

Bringing some little haiku here

And some big sonnets there

His muse I wonder 

How stirs his heart and mind

Bringing all creativity at its zest

And all versatility at its best

We will owe to him

This light for ever and for

Bringing a joy he never did cease

We call it life, our master's piece!

Prayers and wishes for you all...

Good night:-)

PS: This poem is written as a part of this week's Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry,this week's theme-Muse,Art,Music And Poetry.I couldn't think of any creator other than the Almighty himself or any magnum opus other than life itself.Hence the piece:-)

-R.