Looking at a Painting

Looking at a painting
Like a slow prose fashion;
I can read the fusion of colors.
Any new color,
Would delight me.
In my aquarium of wonder;
The fish of life
Can swim forever.
Reading a slow prose
Also, in fiction
Makes me visualize the world,
Like the painting.
Every walk of contentment
Is larger-than-life.
Hold the palm of acceptance
Just to make a worthy image.
The swings of desire
Soar high up,
To reach the habit of courage.
I can see the flower
Blooming in ecstasy
And I discover a new color
In the flower,
Just like the painting.
The colors make my sight new.

© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal