Artistic Innocence

Is it the child or the portrait that I admire,
The almond brown eyes make me fly higher.
I do wish to come down you know,
Profound words of joy to flow.
Is it the child or the portrait that I admire,
His shining black hair makes me fly higher.
The canvas is essential dear I understand,
There is no one who has an upper-hand.
Is it the child or the portrait that I admire,
Angel like innocence makes the day retire.
It is night now darling I feel heavenly,
Those curious eyes I adore terribly.
Is it the child or the portrait that I admire,
The artist of grace do I desire?
Oh! It is art that I admire for it knows no death,
The wings of fragility feel my breath.
It is art indeed that I admire both in form and truth,
The influence of childhood upon youth.
By Ajay Seshadri