... (Published in Silver Mist)
FRAME Don’t become my ‘Truth’ When life is telling me lie Just spill little drink And see! How cornered actually Life is I paint the pain But it sticks to the brushes Still holds me. Shining on the paper Over the easel trying to tell I am bound to happen Don’t frame me. Scattered colours on the floor Now utter no more Holding palette At the door I realise painting reflects What I want to see on the wall. Smriti Thakur

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