KATOCH P C K PREM
Painter - Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM
A painter with forks and knives
Cooks a canvas and depicts sea in the sky.
He confuses a scene but without a work dies
Brush and colours serve as metaphor
On sandy ways understanding a direction,
Where a guide falls and grumbles
As followers stab him and run away.
For there is no scene but disgust
A brush killed and colours darkened
In a messed up canvas without an angle
That gives a movement.
(Among the Shadows 1989)
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