Ah! That Painting

I am desperately waiting for Friday to arrive,

No Purpose I have to grow my acumen.

There is no FIFA, no IPL to indulge my senses,

Even celebrities have retreated to an episodic isolation.

The emptiness in my head, is arousing my lunacy,

I should find a subject, to vent my frustration.

An article was published about a controversial painting,

On the canvas there was a portrait of a nude goddess bathing.

The subject was spicy and it captured my attention,

My colleagues were drawn into the heat of criticism.

The subject became a supplement with the hot cup of coffee,

And the time now elapsed like the trace of humanity.

Ah! That painting, that useless little painting.

I work for a medium which transmits awareness,

We construct a bridge which elevates the knowledge.

I was searching for a headline, and then I glanced at the portrait,

An idea sprouted when I learned the name of artist.

I prepared an insulting review, because that’s what people like,

Curse is a sentiment, we humans oblige.

I understand the painting and salute its class,

But the fourth estate has to consider the intellect of mass.

I earned fame by defacing a true artist,

Ah! That painting, that unfortunate little painting.

I have grown up in the age of Social Networking,

Facebook is my identity and Twitter defies my intellect.

I respect the Hindu mythology which is engraved in my conscious,

Draupadi was trapped in an Island by a Monster and five husbands had lost Sita in Gamble.

The humor on God is horrendously shameful,

I created a community and then the topic I tweeted …

Ah! That Painting, that dreadful little painting.

Votes, seats and issues are my life,

I earn my living by arousing emotional fools.

I won my people’s heart when I condemned that artist,

They applauded my decision when I banned that painting.

I don’t care about the religion people follow,

I am glad that I was first to ignite the heat of opportunity.

Ah! That painting, that controversial little Painting.

I visualized the scene when a human is born,

Naked by the body, in its purest form,

A white rob would have been Jesus, an orange would have been Ram,

A long cloak would be Allah, and a turban will be the Guru Gobind Maharaja.

I created a portrait which appealed to my senses,

I combined the divineness and the unification of Almighty.

I was stoned to death,

for painting my adorable, precious little muse.

Ah! That Painting, that lovely little painting.