The painter par excellence

a poem by Malathi Jagannathan

World’s greatest painter,
He took up his brush,
made sky his canvas
and splashed it with colours.

Colours that make one go crazy,
yet to Him it seemed so easy!
A dash of red and a jab of grey,
a sprinkle of yellow and an orange spray.

And now for the graphics, animation and sound
to create a 3-d effect all around!
He waved His wand and lo, presto!
The painter at work, I watched spell-bound.

Quietly He vanished, His work complete.
A petty mortal, I watch baffled.
No computer, no power-point, He has with Him I see.
And yet He could create a magnificent sight!

The world awakens to the sound effect
of birds and beasts at their very best.
The rising sun makes animation perfect
reminding us mortals of the day ahead.