A generous gaze, delights in the presence
of a musical instrument,
wandering around the streets a man shows his
open mouth with a few missing teeth,
A sense of deficiency in his wrinkled forehead
but not escapism,
roots and stems of life are palpable
yet a force is there like the lithe weeds
erupting from the cement fissure.
The painter’s fingers create life lines
in its simplest forms, unfolding
its ever-nebulous contours of myth,
lively strokes and textured surface as if
can only be blossomed under the sun’s blue eye,
Warming the canvas is the tingle of reflection,
that clings to every curve of the face,
is it the wince or is it a broad smile?
We do not have the answers,
in the end this is what it sums to;
each one sketches magic: Black Bird, Sun, Man.
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©Gopal Lahiri
Picture Nick Victor