Maqbool Fida Hussain

A child

Throws

A colorful ball

Towards me

It bounced thrice

Went away

Afar

I laugh at myself

To catch the ball

I will have to be a child again.

∞

The bare feet journey

Will not end

It will be forever Young

An end of the long brush

Places chimneys on the sky

The other end colors the earth

Whenever he closes eyes

The mud sparrow begins  to fly

The girl drawn on paper

Begins to smile

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In the bare feet journey

It’s mixed, the essence of earth dust

Beneath burning feet

It spreads the shade of green color

 In the cold winter days

It spreads, the sunshine in the path

Bare feet can’t be put in a cage

Every step of the bare feet

Is a free character of a free script

One needs to get bare to read

I fear.

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Once a friend gifted him

Two pair of shoes

Leather as soft as cotton swab

He said

Wearing it

Let’s go to the bazaar

He wore

Black in one foot

Brown in the other

This is the journey of an artist.

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He began with colors

And at last

He got immersed

In colors

Nobody can sue the colors

What does borders and boundaries mean for colors

In any part of the world

Just now,

A child might be drawing

With his ink riddled hands

Blue black

Absurd figures

The colors don’t have a grave.