Portrait

PORTRAIT A lurid looking impasto indeed With grisly colors dappled all over Like puddles of cuddled blood Daubs of violent reds! Gloomy black patches! Erotic blues and skinflint browns! Resigned auspicious yellows, Ashen virtuous whites and Paled prosperous greens He is often slipping his palette Dripping the hues and tripping the easel His lines running in zigzag jumble Drawing He, with his quivering quill The frazzled veteran Artist of unknown origin “Your mighty hand must be aging! Oh my Master! Muster your energies to depict on Earth Your best ever portrait to reinvigorate Your original beautiful oeuvre in whole for ever” Sathya…….