The Perfect Painting
Brown and black hues
Tattered rags
Whimpering cries
A baby suckling
Through the torn shirt
A woman looking starved
Trying to feed her baby
Right there
Beside that alley
Eyes dimmed with sorrow
No sparkle in anything
Trying to cover her baby
With her tattered stole
Only bright colour
Her love for her kid
Framed this painting
Is now on a wall of my mind
A perfect painting
That moves my heart
Every now and then
Could melt million hearts
Every now and then....
Dated....16-5-2014
Copyright © Irfana Ali Bhat | Year Posted 2014
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