Tall
Like a cypress tree,
White beard
Like a sheet of snow
On a tree.
You spent evenings
On Bombay pavements,
Dealt in horses, made films,
Film posters sheltered you
From the scorching sun -
In your paintings
I hear
Heartbeats of colors.
Your strokes embody
Sharpness and skill.
The strokes on canvas
Has brought Hussain
to a point where
His signature
in itself
is
a painting.
From ‘Aur’
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