The Child In The Painting

by samantakbhadra

The canvas on the wall…

Careless strokes wake you up

Hues of a chaotic slumber…

Autumn has slipped by

Are you drenched in red?

Or do you see the horizon?

The balloon rises…

Out of vision… It soars slowly…

Maybe it is the dark veil…

You see nothing therefore

Or do you not feel amazed?

Where is your father, little one?

There you see the dim glow…

Heralding a red world

Patience in your eyes…

Or maybe you have grown old

Are you waiting for him?

Or do you not hope anymore?

Surreal darkness is bound…

Kept captive by the canvas

The branches tower over you…

Look at the rainbow

Is it not waiting for you?

Do you not see the sky?

There is a crack in the wood…

There is still hope… Maybe…

Soar across the sunset…

Into the islands of freedom

Do you know the path?

Or would you rest for a while?

There is music in noise…

Looking in the right direction

Light is eternal… As you are…

It is only lingering somewhere

Do you see her eyes?

You hear the laughter?

Wash off the pain…

Feel the grass under your feet

Soak in the myriad flowers…

Somewhere… Where the colour ends…

Do you see yourself now?

Do you see your father, little one?

Published in “Inklinks” by Poet’s Corner, India (January, 2013)

Published in “Words Of Smiths” by Wizkonect, India (December, 2012)

Published in Cuib Nest Nido, Romania (October, 2012)

Published in Cybersoleil Journal, USA (September, 2012)

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