Dear Amrita

Dear Amrita,
Of all that remains, your work still alive
The deafening noises of your canvas,
The eyes that continuously speak
an inaudible dialogue between you and me.
Red was your expression, your only sound,
Why the melancholy so profound?
From Sariya to Lahore
Journeying all the way, possessed
To become the extraordinary
Abysmal of recognition, you didn’t live
To see the legend you are, even today.
I admire the courage in your silence,
The lives you touched with your brush
Your colours and unspoken trust.
I will never forget the Three Girls
And the sense of desolation and despair
That followed after it.
Your magic was the tragedy, closely
In touch with the reality.

Dear Amrita,
India belongs to you, it always will
You painted us like we were as it is.
With love