An Artist In A Park - Poem by Sunil D'pudi
Are imprinted with an indifference.
Moves like a speeding, winding car
On the frozen white;
One face in ten and a half minutes.
Foul masks, youth, children
Weighed heavy and arrested.
By the fall of thick dark,
Removes his spectacles,
Packs the bunch of dreamless pencils
And walks his way back home.
With each passing day
- heavier at heart,
richer by light,
poorer by night.
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