The Misses Poem by Arupam Maity
The Misses
That day, I stood on the hill top
I forgot what to draw
And the emperor Sun was in front of me
Though I was full with all the colors
The red was missing in the kit
That day, I stood on the mustard field
I was on a hunt to find a subject of my painting
The nature's landscape was all around
And I was tempted to start the sketch
Suddenly, I found that the green and the yellow
Left me to where I'm unable to get
After all of such misses
I tried my hand at a colorless draw
Chose a subject that a man to be sketched
After hours of unsuccessful attempts
I found that I missed the right color for the picture
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4/28/2024 11:46:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A Beautiful write. Many times we miss something. But I feel nothing is missing in this beautiful poem. I loved the flow of words. Keep writing.
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