Creativity is the mother of art.


Its seed is slowly sown by imagination
It flourishes in the nourished womb
Of creativity and bursts out of bosom.
Confused? ‘Art’ is the clarification


Through the mother it receives the grace
And a beauty which is unseen
Through the father it snatches the base
With a path to follow perfection.


It’s personality is enhanced by expression
And flourished by a desire to acquire
But spoilt by the spirit to win
Disastrously burnt out by boredom.


Art is a passion, may be...
A personification of imagination
Rather a mirror image of creativity
With a slight tinge of rhythm.

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