Passion of An Artist
PASSION OF AN ARTIST
The landscapes I paint have fence one or two,
some with bent pegs, some with broken bars.
Fence between chipped pathway with sunset hue
and flowerless garden turned to auburn pasture.
I ask me why, and delve deep in mind,
feel my passion dry on life’s contours undefined.
The landscapes I paint have some slices of smoky sky,
clumps of shapeless cloud hang on the hazy horizon
wrapping the yonder slate hills, in recluse they all lie
looking for wings of southern wind to carry them on.
I ask me why, and delve deep in mind,
feel my soul fly away, the empty life left behind.
The landscapes I paint have tall trees in close cluster
standing erect in foreground, some green, some brown.
Scorched by summer sun the foliage has lost the luster,
in their still shadow splendor of verdant pasture drowns.
I ask me why, and delve deep in mind,
feel my senses lie deep inside, I can’t find.
The portraits I paint always have on them birthmark
on the cleft of the right cheek, some light, some dark,
so, on the frozen face pulsating beauty could embark,
implant indelible signature of creativity of artist’s work.
I ask me why, and delve deep in mind,
feel my passion try, make a mark of momentous kind.
February 17, 2019
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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