True Love
Love is an abstract art
And the artist always a learner
A clean slate we are born with
With fortuities to paint with
Some canvasses are all red
Some splashed with vividity
Washed off are colours on some
While blank white stares at some.
Paint to your hearts content
With hues and brushes diverse
Till suddenly out of the blue
The canvas stands still in time-
Passionate red to blue and back
Flashing colours never seen before
Angels appear and rose-buds bloom
Silk and lace and crockery new.
Let not the paints dry and crack
Paint with brush dipped in brown
That's the colour of commitment
Of reality and of lasting true love.
October 30, 2009
© Nalini Hebbar/openmind - all rights reserved.
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