The look of an angel
With long fingers
The nonagenarian
The horse painter
The non conformist
With a creative air
Deft strokes producing
Peerless pictures
The weathered wall painter
With abstracts of modernity
So prolific on canvass
Thousands in numbers
The ladies’ man
With plenty of muses
Superstars to Socialites
To lap up adulation
No compromise
With artistic freedom
The proud man
Forced to flee
A thankless world
With nimble memories
A cruel world of
Religious fanatics
Toothless law
With no security
Fleeing to end
His Life offshore
He will be back
With Posthumous fame
The shoeless fakir
For a shameless country to claim
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The great painter, Mr. Hussain
Didn’t in this land have a free reign,
Didn’t he vent his ideas with disdain,
Till others’ feelings he began to strain?
His mother he clothed impeccably,
But the goddess, he chose to, scantily.
Why did he hold standards different
For his expressions so brilliant?
Bala (vpriya@sify.com)
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