As circuits spin, a canvas takes its form,
A masterpiece born in a digital storm.
No human hand just code that paints, needs no air,
A vision rendered, beyond compare.
Is this art or merely mimicry,
A lifeless copy
A void of artistry?
Or can a mind of silicon create,
A work of beauty, pure and great?
The brushstrokes dance, a symphony of light,
A world imagined pretty and bright.
But is there a soul in lines of code?
Or is the artist's touch such a heavy load?
Perhaps it's not the hand that guides,
But the heart that beats, and the soul that hides.
Since art is a feeling, passion, and desire,
A spark ignited, a divine fire.
So let the machines create their digital dreams.
A testament to progress
and the future's gleams.
For art is ever evolving ever new,
And AI's canvas, a blank slate, true.
-Gulnaaz Khan
BA (Hons) English, Aryabhatta College, University of Delhi
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