CANVASS—1 <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> I like red colour always <br /> <br /> Like ten horses who drags <br /> <br /> The chariot of sun <br /> <br /> Your fingertips enameled <br /> <br /> With red nail-polish <br /> <br /> The under-water plants <br /> <br /> With blackish red leaves- akin to blood <br /> <br /> <br /> You spread this blood everyday <br /> <br /> On the dry earth <br /> <br /> In the name of religion <br /> <br /> In disguise of revolt <br /> <br /> Sometimes thru air-attacks <br /> <br /> Or the marching of armies with bullets <br /> <br /> <br /> But how valuable is this red <br /> <br /> Without a dropp of which <br /> <br /> The life becomes a white canvass <br /> <br /> Rajkumar@Kolkata <br /> 17-05-2009<br /><br />Rajkumar Mukherjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/canvass-1/
