Wilful Painter Poem by Rahman Henry
Wilful Painter
The universe is going to be destryed
Just before dawn
It's late afternoon of the night
Still engaged I'm with
The nectar of your lips
Nothing to do with this certainty
Or uncertainty of destrution
But I need to finish
The unfinished painting
Which has almost been erased
From our life and mind
I have to repaint the artwork
As all through a lifetime
I'm the wilful painter
On your insatieted canvas.
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5/6/2024 10:43:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I enjoyed the way you laid this poem out and worded it