The Blue Can Of Paint

A beautiful verse on the sad reality of areas of conflict…. had to share it….

Judith’s Journal

Wet Paint
I looked around me
They all looked dead
Yet I knew we were safe
–     For the moment

All was silent
Save the droning
In the far distance
–     Will it fall again here?

I got on my knees
Dusted myself
Shook his  arm
–     “Come on Hassan”

He turned, looked
And did likewise
The rest got up too.
–     Back to chores

We went outside
Hassan and I,
Hamida and Raysa
–     Wahid and Abid.

This time it missed
The families
It fell on a pile of junk
–     We’d collected

The entangled mass
Of metal and mortar
We pushed and shoved
–     To clear space

I looked again at the wall
It looked dirty
I had found a can of paint
–     Blue paint

Nothing else to do
“Hassan bring the can,

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Santosh Namby

A lover of Nature who loves photography and works as a Civil Servant, Santosh Namby Chandran has been a photographer for several years. Starting with a point and shoot 35mm film camera from canon to progressing to a film SLR and then a DSLR, his photographic journey has been a long one, filled with immense learning. Trained as an Ecologist and a Civil Servant, he merges his worlds and moves seamlessly though the corridors of power as well as overgrown jungles. An avid trekker and hiker, he has a penchant for shooting butterflies and birds...

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