A paint,
An alive imagery of a canary,
Whose song gossip emotion
When she is a gentle ocean
Or, a flow Of liquid fire.
A spontaneous flow of mind
From the throat of the pen,
Slithered metaphors twist life
From the surface of a paper :
Life in an irregular metre
Now pause , then play,
Reverse may be the case:
To ant, spider is a prey,
Antilope's dinner, tiger's heart,
Saints swirl in a bin of stain
Where they wash plain,
Sinners are the Saints in the paint.
