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The Masterpiece

Art and beauty though a subjective matter, Understood and appreciated by all. The eye of the beholder, the rough sketch, and the idea of the maker, the finishing touch, fetch - The Masterpiece The brushes slide and glide As the painter applied A story on a blank piece of paper, called - The Masterpiece The painting on the wall, Made man realise after all, The meaning of art & beauty being subjective, through - The Masterpiece By Ashitha Zarah
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Keepsakes

I have a little box of keepsakes, And a story each one could tell. As the memories of the past in my hand I would hold. Some of them unbelievable even if I told To others a box of trash not worth a gram of gold But to the beholder treasures beyond that which could be sold. It told the stories of my youth with all the things you shouldn't  take note of  though there wasn't much and truly it was as such - By Ashitha Zarah

Unique

Every song unique just like everyone Each piece of music a work of art done And yes there are tons As the melody portrays the feelings And the lyrics the thoughts obviously with interesting plots... By Ashitha Zarah 

Me

  What makes me, me? What makes you, you? Perhaps your most inner thoughts, In that case, I've got lots. Are they the faded memories Or the secrets all locked up? By Ashitha Zarah

Time

Time is an essence that I can't quite grasp Is it 'coz of the blast from the past? Or the uncertainties of the future? Or just the fact that I just can't make it last? As fleeting moments pass And the memories of me as a lass I see slip through the hourglass. By Ashitha Zarah