Yellow Canvas Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

A yellow picture on white foggy canvas,
Blurry sure, from a running distance;
Witnessed, in one uncertain morn, a lass,
When a chilly morning car does pass by chance!

The falling beauty makes a break down,
Withered, yet her charm, ever not to be forgotten;
The Winter taunts, mocks and covers the town,
Yellow is She amidst the smoky hollow heaven!

The north wind roars and the yellow are shedding,
Thousands have already got their cold bedding,
Souls are ready to rest awhile in deep darkness,
Waiting for Spring to cater his recurring blessing.

A bare body with shedding yellow saree,
A pen picture is drawn, by Matisse Henri!