The Untrusted Painter

Dr Sudhansu Dash

All thoughtless  images of his thoughts

Painted the midnight in the sacred wood

The withered vain bleed in the lips

To write the story of the hunted bird.

The body goes from nakedness to another nakedness

What is that running through that animal blood

To murder a stranger?

None shares the guilt

On the painted stage to eat up the heart

Leaves nothing

But

The nothings that belong to all the unsaid words.

The painter names nothing

To guard the thoughts man thinks in the mind alone.

The body of the night on the canvas

Bleeds the irrational blood

For the figure to begin the play.

Here at life’s end makes the truth known.