The Unpretentious Paintbrush by Aryan Gupta

The Unpretentious Paintbrush

by Aryan Gupta (20166) 12G

The canvas, the paints, the hand that holds me, 

The child, the adult, the teen who holds me...

Paints out the imagination from within, 

The images,

Of villages, seas, oceans,

Of Kings, Queens and Princesses, 

On the canvas. 

Everyone recognises the artist, 

Or the canvas, 

But what about me, the paintbrush?

Merely the middleman, am I?

The artist appreciates the paint, the hue,

The Royal Families, 

Rewarded the artist, 

My friend, the canvas, stored, preserved,

Sold, bought, valuated at several millions, 

But I, the brush who made it all possible, 

Am left to be used on another canvas, 

With other paints, by the very same hands, 

Till my hair starts falling off, and that’s when, 

My life, 

Comes to an end.