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Evocation


Into an evocation
of my grandfather’s 
architectural elegance,
 the frescoes, the intrinsic
nuances as found 
in every part, the lines,
 the borders, the  designs,
the proportions, the space,
flow in a sequence.

Pouring over the plans,
 scrutinizing the details,
 I try to incorporate them 
in appropriate places.
The houses he built,
 the colleges he constructed,
 the textile mills he set up
talk volumes of his prowess.

My canvas being constrained
 I attempt to include them
as much as possible.
On completion, I look at them 
with awe, Did I do that?
 I ask myself. The pains, 
I endured to bring them 
into reality, lies beyond words.

Fetching materials, scouting 
 skilled  workers, sourcing funds. 
coordinating with enormous 
patience makes me exhausted.
 I am half of what I was few years ago.  
Worthy  and rewarding.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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