Painting Of God Poem by Deep Mukherjee

Painting Of God

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Two Suns in parallel sky-
One in horizon
One in zenith!
Horizon descended
With unfathomable pride
Scarlet- crimson- red;
Turned into a snowball-
A very little one
Loiters alone in the lonely pathway-
Deserted valley of the desolation;
Droplets of ink,
Hidden lines-
And cradled tears of joy
Yearning to fly
Longing for the distant sky;
Soon will spill over again
On the empty street of paper
To pile up
Into a snowball
In quest of wings;
Life's a painting of God;
Paint the colors
Blue-azure-cyan
From the evanescence of morning mist
Or the bewildering beauty of setting Sun!
Only after the demise of old
The wings of new will unfold! !

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Neela Nath Das 18 August 2012

Wonderful word picture, as this is from a painter's brush!

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Avik Datta Gupta 10 August 2012

Great choice of words..great imageries..simply wonderful

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