Pouring leftover water
Onto loved yet ignored,
Praised yet worthless
Painting of mine
Breaking them into
The stream of colours
Dripped down into
Painful pleasure

Like shattering vase
And burning journal
Pleasing the anger
Like the myth of my
Shattering dreams
And burning passion
Pleasing the world

But learnt with time
That pain didn't matter
Hunger and need did
World thought that

When life turned
Upside down
As broken paintings
Of mine
Turned into miracle
World needed

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