She was painting her own world,
The paradise that she called,
She properly arranged her palate,
But maybe wrong was her colour select…

She clipped the white plane sheet,
And tried to relate to the music beat…
She picked up her brushes,
And cleared up all rubbish…

Every thing was ready,
And to paint she was greedy,
Took a lot of efforts and pain,
And a wonderful painting
Was what she gained…

The painting got stuck in her brain,
And not even a single part she could drain…
Got so excited and jumped all around,
Meanwhile she was in the garden,
And her beautiful painting got destroyed in rain…