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| Paramita Mukherjee Mullick |
The Framed Picture
I dipped my brush in the bottles of paint.
What to draw, my idea was faint.
I looked out of the sliding glass door
A lovely picture came to my eyes’ shore.
Green meadows came into view
The sky was a beautiful blue.
Three leafless trees together stood,
Near the stout and strong fences of wood.
I saw hillocks at the horizon afar.
New happiness doors were ajar.
The mellow soft sun smiled down at me.
It was happy to be there behind a tree.
I washed my paint brush and kept it away
And looked mesmerised at the Almighty’s
framed picture all day.
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