A Child's Drawing
Submitted By: Sutirtha Chatterjee
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Hairs swirling, paint on shirt, Eyes glowing, full of dust. As my younger, took a brush, A cascade, of feathers of birds. Dipped it in Pink, and Painted the sky of love and rust. The Sun was Green, with an Elated figure, Hot and shiny, With droplets of Black all over. Even the nights he drew, Were mascaraed with White that blew, No crime would condemn, while Blue beggars, reside in blue (White). The Red rivers, rinsed in redemption, The Maroon, seek revenge, The kids, Yellow, chubby and small, Savour the tangy of fruit and ball. The alone Purples, drift in clouds, Relishing the Grey meat, With vultures out loud. Imbecilic, impotent, immature, This is all I'd say, An indecent piece of portrayal, But glimpsed a tint of art, A gush of imaginations: Which, vanished, from my eyes, apart.
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