Here,once a tree stood,
all the artistry can’t bring life-
it’s wilted to wood.
Fawn hunted for sport,
designs the living;
pleasure from innocent source.
Sun draws the nature,
waltzes over the deep sea-
moon shades the picture.
In this intriguing nest
am I a miscreant,
stemming the growth of colourful eggs?
We fail to see the paint,
the stroke of His brush
imbibed in each space.
If poems were paintings on canvas,then this qualifies for that school known as Minituarist.It is a well textured work, convential in appearance and yet paying the greatest attention to natural phenomena. The last three lines are particularly poignant.
Thanks so much Louis. Your encouraging words make me write more and more.
EDITORIAL NOTE:- This is to acknowledge that ” Apology/Eulogy” by Rahul was chosen as 1 of 4 poems to be part of the 5th. Phase of , “ Featured Poets & Poems ” to be exhibited, for 4 weeks, commencing 28th.May , 2012, in Poets’ Corner @ Destiny Church,Wakefield.