Country on Canvas

Please let me know what you think!

समय-समाचार

A canvas should contain
The moon ascending from behind the mountains of Nepal
Or the sun rising,
Or flying birds, or a river running down the hills
And blue waters, or patches of clouds in the sky
Or a garden where buds bloom into countless colors,

But, what I find is
An old woman filling a pipe with tobacco, her blanched hair, the color of smoke that snakes its way out of the pipe,
Her hands like thin paper, her eyes like layers of hot milk, coughing continuously,
A fallen tree, a stranger who has lost his route,
Forsaken youths, wailing, unkempt hair, broken vaginas

Why is this the canvas that I see,
After all the color is the same,
The brush is the same, the same is the painter
The same is the material, everything is the same?

Again,
The canvas is wounded,
It bleeds somewhere,
The wounded is…

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