My Art Sultan

by Aiko (Dreamsurfer)   Jul 11, 2020


For 5 consecutive years,
My Art grades deteriorated by 7 marks every 12 months,
From 90 percent in the first year.
So I dropped out of the Art Class,
To avoid imminent failure the following year.
I carried my Art materials to the Technical Drawing Class,
Asked for a placement,
But the teacher rejected me.
Told me I cannot start climbing a tree from the stem;
I had not done TD for 4 years.
With tears running down my face,
Like I had just lost the love of my life,
I walked back to my combination class,
To contemplate my next art moves.
One of the TD students,
Arshad Ahmed Bholim,
Might have seen my pain,
But what he became for me as the months and years passed by,
Qualified him as my Art Sultan.
He was like a Godfather,
Got me many art gigs,
Literally propelled me like fire.

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