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prabhmeet singh

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prabhmeet singh

Abstract

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I took my pen.

I drew you out

I got you wrong.

I rubbed you out.

I honed my craft.

I tried again.


I failed with mice

And then with men

And then with landscapes

Laced with trees.

Where others seemed to draw with ease

My lines were sloppy,

Colours weak

Your essence greyed,

Left incomplete


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