Art Poem by Anuradha Bhattacharyya
Art
Too much sacrifice of life
In walking a dog
Painted on oil paper
Degenerates unfinished
In fifty five words.
Life takes ash faces
Not as residues of consumption
But as consummated
Libidinal investment.
Poor sacred resistance
Fails to recite the bygone
In forgetful ears.
Deliberate negation,
Renaming of a relation
Do not deceive the
Instinctual.
But it's too late
Before the rebellion
From inside
Conspires to triumph.
And when it does
It blows not only
The monuments and dams,
But the very life.
Art is a form of rebellion inside artist and he finds out his way of performance
Yes, art can be a form of self expression. My poem says one must not spend too much time on 'being' an artist and neglect day-to-day life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 7:07:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
And when it does It blows not only The monuments and dams, But the very life. a very good poem very expressive of the present situations. deceit, deception, fears, life. very nice poem. tony
Thank you! !