Ungathered ,on my perch I think I am aging
Intellectual capacities which were caging
Pandemic was about to start
Making illustrations was not an easy art
Positivity was the need of the hour
And a character was needed to portray what I ponder
Her Temper and persona was to be tended
Hours and weeks passed by
I did not have a degree to stand by
Non stop scribbling, taxing and demanding
Support however came from unexpected origins
Grasped this was not the extreme margin
Months passed and I achieved dexterity
Still uncertain about the color of territory
The quotes needed to be contemplated
Papers stationaries scanners camera zero updated
Whether my artwork would survive
Viewpoints would be thrown and scoffed off
But self discipline will let me contrive
The innovations that dwell inside my bosom
Creative visions, independent compositions whispers from heart’s quiesce
The innate powers that would compel me to supercede
The world everyday needs new chimerical to precede
I have earned my mellifluous niche.
Ketki Jalan
Picture – Self
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