Painter Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

PAINTER

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)