THE ROSE IN THE CANVAS~by Rajendra Padhi

 

 

THE ROSE IN THE CANVAS

Exquisite Rose in the little canvas in color
Of the sun in red blushing over unplumbed sea,
Silently the brush curls the petals in symmetry
The best comes when you are alone in thoughts.

He holds his eyes waiting to caress something new
Like a crane in the weedy pond looking for fish
In the silvery depth invisible till it comes to surface
Half-awakened in vision of flowering groove
Paints something very real to the onlooker’s eyes.

Fancies bubble like rain drops in the placid lake
Vanishing fast and waking up in the mind again,
Dancing frantically like a child with his toy in joy
Talks to himself in words while moving the brush
Swings his head like the flame in the breeze.

Each drop of color is his blood flowing slowly
Turning the piece of paper as his child in womb,
Ah! How indiscernible the thoughts sublime
The rose is blushing like a bride in the canvas
The green leaves spread out arms for embrace
It never droops to the ground even in twilight.

Composed and copyright by Rajendra K Padhi