Humans are like painting.

Many different stories and colours

Behind the art, lies a blank canvas.

Waiting for a story to be a created

Our canvas is always being painted

With our life adventures

But beyond the canvas, there’s a frame

The frame is our soul.

Holding our stories to be true to itself

We may have different stories

Different colour too

But what under, we are all the same.

As life is the talent artiest

And we are the empty canvas.

Rista Maharjan

Teacher