Deep Mukherjee

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Painting Of God - Poem by Deep Mukherjee

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
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 about Painting Of God by Deep Mukherjee

  • Neela Nath Das (8/18/2012 10:55:00 AM)

    Wonderful word picture, as this is from a painter's brush! (Report) Reply

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  • (8/10/2012 4:49:00 PM)

    Great choice of words..great imageries..simply wonderful (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2012

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