Dipped my brush in hue and made strokes,
Strokes which conceive ideas and thoughts
Thoughts I put forth on my canvas,
And seldom I fall in love with my creations!
A Nazarene lad came alive on my canvas,
The happy shepherd who leads his folks to wisdom.
I adore the Omnipotent for his ideals and principles
The brave heart who pledged his life for love.
I took my brush and gently applied the hue of love
The tip of his nose was warm and beautiful
He has a half smile on his lips which is yet to complete…
I felt a throb on the bristle which sustained my fingertips
My heart raised and my hands trembled
as he stared at me
Did I hurt the tranquillity in your eyes, Rabbi?
All barriers surpass the norms of the portrait
But it’s arbitrary …I contented.
The unfamiliar glance perplexed me
I wailed as the canvas was empty the day next.!
I wandered on the banks of the sea of Galeeli for a glance and..
To pick up a word
The dialect of Aramaic which my shepherd spoke.
Behold lady … repent and never sin again.!
I have sinned..but
The first stone…must be from the people
who have never sinned!
Briji K T
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