Mindscape - Poem by Ajit Das
I dream of designing a mindscape,
painting it with the colours
of love, affection, fraternity.
The brush glides over their contours,
but gets stuck, clogged
at hatred, violence, cruelty.
I try to erase them with a cutter;
they hit back ferociously.
I dip the brush in the colours
of kindness, tolerance, forgiveness.
It portrays on the canvas
a deeply concerned humane face
wavering between hope and despair.
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