Thursday, March 19, 2015

Adreyo Sen- A Poem


Each child is a painting
waiting to come into being.

And so the painter must be patient
with his colours,
with his vivid shades of red,
his more somber blue,
his medley of pink and greens
and with
each and every shade he imbues.

For poignant may a still life be,
so brilliant when it is complete
and yet in its beauty,
it only renders grief.

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