I raised myself in a world of marvelous fiction,
Thus, this badly affected my artistic depiction,
As I believed I could not style adequate noses,
And so instead, I swapped them for red roses.
Place-holders of longing and garden-fresh scent,
Cloaks for my tendency to draw muzzles bent.
Then came the swift era of the rushing grey sea,
When mermaids and their tails appealed to me,
With ends soaked in water and the aroma of salt,
I pursued the rejection of my chief artistic fault.
But, then the world ceased to be restfully unreal,
Because harsh reality began to affect how I feel,
Now, I sketch actual noses as well as I am able,
Because as it so happens, life was never a fable.
Poem and photograph are the exclusive creations and property of Ami J. Sanghvi.
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