His Final Portrait

He has filled the background with dark deep red.
Storms and Storms of it rage around his tilted head.
His face lacks colour but resounds ease.
Those once fiery burning eyes, so lifeless but now
at peace.
His naked torso does not escape the crimson storm
Sensuously stained, the shade of a blushing dawn.
With this act of ultimate boldness he gives you his
final portrait.
Framed in deathly silence is this scene of eternal
calm.
Just one stroke from that wet brush that smiles in
the middle of his scarlet palm.

Ahmad Desai

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