You have scorched
Half the sky
Pursuing the white swan
Like a mad man...
I know, I know,
Thirst never tires; but…
Lucifer
Caught in the eternal morass
Of unadulterated sin
Is a matchless work of art
Drawn by Invisible Hands;
A perfect picture of imperfection...
So, give up, you fool
Fold up your easel…
Art is the preserve of God
Not of Man…
© Syed Ahmed Shah,13th of July,2012, Boluktol, Guwahati
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