Whose Turn

Whose Turn

As a Man Thinkth..

Blank Canvas – ባዶ ሸራ...!

Blank Canvas – ባዶ ሸራ...!

When I was born

My life was like a blank canvas

Ready to be written on

Ready to be painted

Leaving my unique mark

And “my” Palm print all over the world..

I was like a blank canvass

So ready for mixed colors and sketches

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Then, when I opened my eyes and have seen

Scribbles of others

I got scared not knowing where to begin.

Some warned me not to spoil my canvas

And just to wait until I have

The perfect life’s design

They warned me saying it is an abomination

It is a crime and sin

To attempt to paint the color that I have dreamed of

Because, they said, “it will look different than theirs”.

Others wanted to impose their design

And scrabble their babble on my canvas

As if I’m born to fit in their mold

As if I have no voice of my own.

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Then I saw Picasso, Cézanne, Da Vinci,

I saw Rembrandt, Van Gough and Monet

And many others who have done masterpieces

Whose works resided in the pinnacle of creativity.

Noted I, that I was born to do – to keep painting…

Not to spare my canvas and die

Not to imitate others and fit in their mold

Not to fluctuate with the wave of criticism and cynicism.

But to paint curves, straight lines, crooked lines, ugly lines and pretty lines

I’m here to figure out my life’s foot print

And paint with red, violet, green or the color blue

As I traverse this maze of life while I learn and grow

Then I promise to paint on my canvas, not to spare an empty corner

Till my colors make sense to me

Till I learn to inspire another soul

To paint her own design, her own palm print, in her own canvas

In her time – before “her bell” rings with

Adios!

Figure out your purpose, and live your own life, then you will be creating a masterpiece!

Pazion -2012