ShOw stoPper..

Born with an Identity,

To change the destiny..

Where pen could work,

Colours flew like a jerk..

Transy face and clear laces,

With an Inch of Heel

I could kneel..

Pushed through the stage,

With pairs that I made..

Crossed with a stance,

The stardom was meek..

Strip through the sheet,

Squares and Rectangles that meet..

Chalked my way,

Where a needle could slay..

Where crepe and cotton cradle in a stay,

Painted faces show how they may..

Bring out the joys of a fabric,

Pleasures of how the world glares..

Adding to the shades,

Tightning up the rays..

Flaunting she crossed the road,

Cheers was what made the show..

A potrait that turned into me,

Thats when DREAM becomes REALITY..