The Auction


A painting
a face
a person
but to you
a number is all
that it was worth
the soul
you couldn’t feel
the strokes
you couldn’t understand
the colours
the blending
the shades
the melody
of emotions
just a messy mix
of nothingness to you
And the painter laughs
his brush
now a magic wand
put a number to it
and when
the hammer falls
a number
is all you’ll get
for sometimes
those expressions
that you saw
as just smudges
on a canvas
priceless masterpieces
for some.


Author: vidur sahdev

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