CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR - Perception

Devoid of colours. The whole composition harnessed
into two eyes, their divine grace

No magic. The multitudinous firmament enjoined
only to crave hungr, it's fire

Call it Art or rather melancholy
accepting the atom of life
composing these greenary
blue, blue perception, miserable narration

No other weapon exists, no self-conceit

CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perception-4/