A new dawn breaks with pablo's ire,
To awaken a canvas with strokes of fire.
A myriad hues from reds to blues,
Finds it hard for even the discerning eye to choose.
What was it that made him great?
Even though his lines weren't straight!
The rest of the pack he left far behind,
Proving to the world the 20th centurys' greatest find.
His journey of course he left incomplete,
With many a work so subtly discreet.
Although we know that its hard to go,
Someday,someone will beat Pablo.
With his blessings I'm sure we'll open the door,
To the unseen works he may have wanted to show.
Maybe one day? As the days go by,
A new painter'll emerge who'll reach for the sky.
So wait until then all you friends and foes,
If it's your luck? You may witness those shows.
(Intnl.Poet and Artist)