The following poem is a co- creation by June Nandy and You Knowledge:


A weathered canvas
Flew afar
across the seas
Beaten with scars.
Flying past the
Quaint hamlets,
Skipping, bouncing
The trite
Contrived frets.
Drained
Depleted
Flew further
Ahead
Till no more
It's feeble self
Could lurch
In weary gait.



But wait,
Was that
An Eden
Below?
The forbidden Land
emitting
An intense
Warm glow.
Was she the
Fair eternal Eve
Basking in the
Evening sun
Looking skywards
in Soft heaves?



The parched canvas
Looked in wonder
Amidst the colours
An artist yonder.
Couldn't escape
The pull so tender
Yielded itself
For the perfect picture.
She touched the
Sombre, dark
Etched tracts,
Pulled the canvas
On her lap.
With her tears
She stroked the
Arid edges
With her dreams
She poured all
Her paints.


The Sun that shined
Offered its luminance
The Rain that splattered
Brushed all its soil
The weathered wounds
Existed no more
The gentle edges
Gave back its lavish form.
Thence
The Canvas glowed
And it vowed
Not to fly again
For it was
In its final abode.

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