LINES OF LEAD
Never, a more wondrous sight, have I seen,
Than to behold, an artist, with finesse drawing.
Over seas of white so clean and serene,
Like a seasoned sailor goes sea faring.
He held the pencil with a chiseled tip,
As a knight’d hold his lady’s arm,
Yet as firm as a wrestler’s grip,
To make it move to his masterly charm.
Enchanted I watched, shapes being set,
And out of the spell, ere I could get,
Like a wizened farmer he had bred,
Lavish lines out of lead.
To heights of bliss, his soul had risen,
And tears of joy his eyes had shed.
As the heart beating in his hand had given,
So lovely a life, to the lines of lead.
(published in Monatge 2003: Visage (JIPMER student magazine)
