Handling the loud noise,
He picked up the pencil.
In a few silent minutes,
The eyes were ready
The crowd started cheering
With commentator chuntering,
The nose resembled a cartoon
Noise degraded too fast
His hands paused — mix of colours went missing.
With one colour in entire face,
The painting started to speak
As it became a loud speaker.
ARUN KUMAR M
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