A man wanted to be a creator. br He started painting br with brushes full of colors br on canvases one after another br with his mind's musings galore. br So he became a painter. br br The man wanted to be a creator. br Started singing from his heart br and carried on a sweet trace of melody br with his songs and his compositions. br It brought him name, fame and position. br He became a legend, a noted singer. br br The man who wanted to be a creator br focused on stones and bronzes, br with chisels in hand started working, br for a change over to sculpture. br Bubbly and so lovely his artwork was br so he became a dignified sculptor. br br So this man of parts br sure he was - but when asked br about the secret of his art, br 'Nothing original I found in my work' br was his frank confession, br 'Only a meek replication of br every great creation of Lord. br Indebted I'm to His Magnum Opus. br Oh.