The real art, availth
a blue vein
of a softer yield
No pride, bubble
croaking frog
in shallow water
Finer strokes
comes wakeful
munificent of a touch
By one proofing
It dwelt a gain
to my beating heart
The real art, plexes
a frill
to its proven kind
No rank, crow
a black art
to its bill
Form comes from formless
to yield it back again
Tryst with truth, availth
Nice combination of words.
Really well penned.
So much thanks Roli Dixit Jee.
Startling imagery!
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Jee.