RM (26TH JANUARY / KOLKATA, INDIA)

Canvass-1

CANVASS—1




I like red colour always

Like ten horses who drags

The chariot of sun

Your fingertips enameled

With red nail-polish

The under-water plants

With blackish red leaves- akin to blood


You spread this blood everyday

On the dry earth

In the name of religion

In disguise of revolt

Sometimes thru air-attacks

Or the marching of armies with bullets


But how valuable is this red

Without a dropp of which

The life becomes a white canvass

Rajkumar@Kolkata
17-05-2009

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Comments (4)

a sad yet a true approach about this colour Red.... :)
Amazing poetic skill and a vey well summed up message: But how valuable is this red Without a dropp of which The life becomes a white canvass Thanks, CP
excellent writting smoothly flowing with vivid images 10++++
yes very true indeed..though we dont like to see bloody massacres filled with red blood..the world will be a pale/lifeless place without living...it ll turn out to be a barren red canvass indeed..thanks..for sharing..very creative indeed 10++