CANVASS—1




I like red colour always

Like ten horses who drags

The chariot of sun

Your fingertips enameled

With red nail-polish

The under-water plants

With blackish red leaves- akin to blood


You spread this blood everyday

On the dry earth

In the name of religion

In disguise of revolt

Sometimes thru air-attacks

Or the marching of armies with bullets


But how valuable is this red

Without a dropp of which

The life becomes a white canvass

Rajkumar@Kolkata
17-05-2009

Rajkumar Mukherjee

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