Blank Canvas – ባዶ
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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
♫♫♫♫♫♫
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.
♫♫♫♫♫♫
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
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