Easel Poem by Rajkumar Mukherjee

EASEL



my easel is as white as the wall before me
no body tried any brush over it
no colour patches not a drawing
decorate its background
before I am burnt out completely
will some one like Yayati volunteer his youth
to brighten up my remaining days


will someone light up a candle
to clear my darkest hours
with love and empathy
then my canvass will brighten up
with blooming orchids tulips rainbows
and chirping birdies


my thoughts will never bounce back to me
hitting the white canvass




Rajkumar-Mumbai