The fine silk woven by the dexterous fingers

A play of a mindful art

Creativity appliquéd the passion so stitched

Embroidered with seams of thoughts

Years and years of heritage thus passed down

Here comes what an objet d’art!

 

The palate of hues blended by the artistic hands

Moved on the canvas with utmost segue

To create picture of someone’s dreams

Illusions of mind thus perceived

Portray the images of one’s heart

A Da Vinci’s Mona Liza thus conceived

 

Affection n care wrapped in the garment

Granny’s prayers, knitted in yarn

Nimble needles churn out the intricate pattern

The tassels n braids, the embellishments so worn

Ornamental trimmings, edgings and bobbles

Oh what love and warmth thus born!

 

Where is the beauty of true melody

The magic of maestro caressing avid hearts

Outdone is the music once created with simple strings

Cosmetically treated are the vocal cords

Tuners and synthesizers make you a star in a sprint

No longer a veritable piece of opus gets true applaud

 

Gone are the days of labor and inimitable creations

Flawless is the new creation, however the theme hodgepodge

The peace it transpired is replaced by utter techno noise

No one’s chasing the distinct excellence, in this race to win n outsmart

The passion n spirit that flows in a single stroke

is taken away by a modern collage

 

The wonder of virtuoso is left to the mercy of paintbrush

The high pixels ‘n’ graphics have conjured faux art

The masterpieces are crafted through cut ‘n’ paste

Edited by the ingenuity of a digital shop

The sheer mystic of ingenious is mislaid

Alas! The soulful ‘real McCoy’ once existed, is lost !