Art is a blessing to humanity.
It provides a vision beyond sanity.
It engulfs us into its own world
where beauty persists and emotions are swirled.
Pain shapes itself into beauty.
The dark, cold and sooty
and mechanised people of mechanical city—
art accommodates each outie.
It adds wings to our joy.
It encompasses both—bold and coy.
To understand it, one needs to persistently try
and consider it as a gift too high.
Art itself is beautiful
and inculcates its beauty in all.
It formulates human virtues.
It upholds pride and humility but distances us from boast and gall.