Tamanna Ferdous Poet Free verse

A Poem To An Unknown Artist

Probably...
 Rumor was there that he is an addicted soul
 A real problem through ongoing struggles,
 Was to understand 
 The real person 
 Behind 
 A vague shadow
 I do not know him, at all, in real life.
 
 Now...
 Do I need to know, actually, an artist?
 Art has its own definition of beauty.
 With
 Some payments in life, 
 I believe.
 Flower of creativity blooms 
 Slowly...
 In a drained, fatigued out life 
 In reality.
 Or could be something else? Do not know.
 I do not know him, at all, in real life.
 
 I felt....
 This rather neutral observation of mine
 Is dropping 
 And 
 Bouncing on its own...
 Rather than creating bubbles...
 Learning to hide
 Own woes
 Rapidly growing hissing
 Of
 Sounds of demons 
 mostly mine, off course.
 Should I abstain from further assumption?
 I am not sure. I do not know.
 I do not know him, at all, in real life.
 
 Out there...
 From my window, I see a green, lavish tree
 Those green leaves, swirling, shifting, 
 Tossing and turning
 In wind, rain, and sunlight.
 
 I thought...
 Should I draw a problematic moment, now?
 Of a slain mind with a destined agony
 Of a conviction of wasting time, in vain?
 I am not sure. I do not know.
 I do not know him, at all, in real life.

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