The collage creation- poetry
I spent an evening in my workshop
With my brother's collage
He kept it to me and left long before
Leaving the thought to stand still.
Neither of us, me nor myself
Realised the call of this child's mind
It was a collection of forms- pieces of magazine
Pasted on white - simple as it was available there in.
Which part of the page was picked
And what was left back - why
I shall not know - it is a frozen reflection
of his feelings in protest and cry
I spent an evening , restoring
A thought frozen in time
Much of it will never reveal
And yet much of it was I.
Pratyush 2017
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