A small round for the face,
a bigger one for the middle,
another medium circle for the torso,
thin lines for hands and legs,
a curve for the mouth
number three for ears,
handle denotes the nose,
marked by a sharp turn,
a scribble on the head for hair
that is how I drew
as a child a man
or woman, man was
little long, woman
bit round.
I find children at this age
of photoshop trace likewise
with the fingers moving
on the key board, the way
I did with a sharpened pencil.
colour with ease, quick and meticulous
as against my work those days
demanding patience and energy
going in even strokes to achieve
an uniformity.
Whatever be the mode
the three circles hold fort
even when technology
is at zenith .
Meenas Poems 