a child smiles
laughter runs amid narrow streets
takes a turn
and runs amok with grey
sodden clouds
and then it rains in mdantsane
heavy downpour
weeping
all its miseries in one go
leaking into shacks and homes
a drenched sun waits
clouds take their own time
to go home.
Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra
this is amazing! or am i getting biased ....
ReplyDeletethe painting is gorgeous ... the expression!
i wish you could separate the painting from the words and let it crystallize ....
you know what? i haven't read your words ... will read them later ... is it ok if i do that?
Take your time Nibedita, Thanks a million
ReplyDeletebeautiful painting Doc M!!
ReplyDeletegorgeous words, takes me there to mdantsane!
Rains bring out hidden smiles everywhere---in Mumbai and Mdantsane!
ReplyDeleteRains bring delight. The brush strokes remind me of Picasso; the words gentle, of Neruda!
Universal appeal and cadence make it unique!
---Sunil Sharma
Thanks Tasnim
ReplyDeleteThanks a million Sunilbhai
dear amitabh marvelled at your painting craft simple and expressive, this transition is heartwarming
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