the Spoilt Canvas

Just for a moment I held a brush and it fell off,
Refusing to brush my imaginations,
It Spilled its own chaos on the canvas...
Only few colours...highly electric...
I could see blood red streaks of someone's fury..
Stains of overtaxed workers..
Opacity of sweat running down a salesman's face...
The hue of red of a defeated husband...
Brightness of hope in a child's eye...
Darkness of a Black future devoid of green..