The note book of a three year old
The one fourth blankness is like
Islands in a map , three fourths
multicolour, drawn by sketches,
scribbling, lines criss cross,
ebullient sketches from
the tender, fast egalitarian hands,
a casual, glitters,
all my efforts, concentration
to draw a tortoise from the wall
lurks into nothing, a sheer waste
of my time and effort,
I crush my page to trash .
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