Colours splashed across the canvass,
Neither tutored nor laboured,
But a spontaneous outpour of creativity,
Bold strokes, oblivious to conventional wisdom,
Powered by personal conviction.
The beauty lies not in the richness of the paint,
but in the thought that etches out the patterns,
United by their aspiration to win,
Children, some priviledged and others not,
Toil away, brimming with enthusiasm,
The disparity is forgotten,
Opportunity plays leveler!
If every citizen had a chance,
To make strides driven by free thought,
Neither burdened by the baggage of legacy,
Nor hampered by the lack of access,
Reality would be no different from our dreams!
