IN THE PALATIAL CORRIDORS
WITH RAYS OF LIGHT
PROFUSELY SCATTERING
THROUGH JHAROKHAS
LIKE A BONDED SLAVE
YOU WERE STANDING
WITH FOLDED HANDS
CLOSE TO YOUR PAINTING
DEPICTING LIMITLESS SKY
AND BIRDS LONGING
TO TOUCH THE HORIZON
WHEN THE PATRON
WAS BEHOLDING IT
YOU STOOD STILL
AS IF YOU WERE
NOT THE BREATH
BEHIND THIS BEAUTY
YOUR WINGS
COULD NOT FLUTTER
CLIPPED N MORTGAGED
TO THE PATRON WERE
YOUR REVERIES
INSPIRATION
AND VISION.
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