The Painter - Poem by Jyotishman Debnath
I wanted to draw a painting
on the canvas called life...
beatiful, mystic yet attractive..
I started adding on colours
of love, of desire, of hope..
even of envey..
when I finished nothing was there..
except a paper of overlapping colours
loughing at me for my unskillfulness! ! !
so I started removing layers one by one
I went on and on....
till I found a blank canvas once again...
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