His eyes were curious As well as serious His hands were deft Not a speck of scene was left He was meticulous His vision was visible As he picked up picturesque spot And captured on his canvas His trait was to portray His foray was for hurray
A lake view flora on wood side it was A damsel dared to pose, expose, Juxtaposed to the scenic splendor Her style was stimulus A queer artist quipped and equipped Surveyed out and out Figured out on screen of his mind His brush rushed to wield Color-mix in kit ready to yield Latent talent of wit unveiled Her blushing cheers Meant blessing in disguise Her swing nā sway matched With his stirring strokes Tools and pools of skills unleashed The way she looked was the sway he loved He was the winner of her inners, Nay, heart and soul! The magnificent portrait turned out: A great tribute to her beauty