Painting
PAINTING
I fascinate
to draw and paint
since my childhood
in depressed mood.
I love to visit
(not as a critic)
Art Exhibition.
Just relaxation!
In an Art gallery I chanced to venture
to look over world renowned pictures.
Each specimen in perfect profile
was unique in its specific style.
On my every blink
I had to sink and sink.
As if my desired dream
reached full to brim.
It was almost proven
I was wandering in Heaven.
In a gilded frame at the exit,
a broken guitar kept as exhibit,
with a torn piece of paper
seemed to be hand written letter.
I apprehended,
Guitar must be played
by the artist,
torn letter might
be personal letter
recovered later.
I searched for notes, if displaying,
but found no clue or nothing
Suddenly I noticed, broken guitar,
dull pale torn piece of paper
both are paintings,
not real things.
05/06/16
Note. Twenty years back I visited the Art gallery on my first trip to America. I could not recollect the name of the Artist
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