She paints on walls, papers, hearts,
Brushes, smiles, forgotten arts;
His illustrations on the door,
Curious, still – all the more.
A stroke here, some words there,
Seeds sprinkled, water, care;
Shoots, buds, stems, trees,
Singing together in the breeze.
The world turns round and round,
Disease within, all around;
But s/he paints furious, walls, hearts,
Brushes, smiles, forgotten arts.
appam stew n prawns patiyo 