Ashutosh Tandon

Class 9 (A)

The Artist’s Struggle

The Brush won’t move,
the page stays bare,
Ideas hide,
though I still stare.
Colors fade,
my hands grow sore,
I wonder what
I’m painting for.
But then a spark
begins to glow,
A line, shape –
it starts to show.
Through doubt and mess.
I find my thing,
The struggle
is the price of art.