Tribute to Raja Ravi Varma

The lady with a swan
the lady with fruits
and lo and behold
even a bishop amongst them!
I admired them all
as I stared at his paintings.
what a wonderful painter
and that too a raja.
I wondered what had coursed through his mind
as he had painted away
these women and deities
in a place and time
where it was unheard of
to paint away for a kingly figure
instead of looking after his daily affairs.
Brush strokes
Bold colours
Daring glances
stared back at me
in reply to my queries
and I knew
I had witnessed
a mastermind.


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