M.F.Hssain Poem by BHUPENDRA SWARNAKAR

His passions grew, emotions increased

Then with his brush he got them released

His eyes were stuck on the white sheet

And his body got flat on his feet

His soul came out & he uttered its need

Slowly but steadily his brush caught speed

Then dark in dawn came all what was inside

This is the fact which led to his great pride.

Still he's flying with his paintings in plenty of hearts,

Although he's no more alive to paint his arts.

If I was a painter he would be my lord,

But I hope in heaven he's happy with his God.

-By little poet