Reclining armchair, lovely study,
Sunlight, white and green
Behind, a ladder, reaching the
A history of art, lucid storytelling,
Her hair a banyan tree.
How Picasso would feel, how blue
To hear once upon a time!
A monkey hopped on my shoulder.
A baby Dali retrieving history
He came from the large outside
Imagined only in paintings
A room like no other. Here she eats now, someone said
Drawing a chalk on the floor
Where he used to be
That’s because he is here now, I whisper,
The blue and white sparkling golden
The sun never set
Never knew what it meant to leave.
Note: KD Singh, legendary bookman and gentleman, at The Bookshop in Delhi, remembered fondly.
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