Siting in front of the river,
his eternal look bespeaks of his creator.
In the backdrop of the rough canvas,
on a leafless bough it perches.
finding his perpetual, niche forever.
His everlasting stay.
the parlour of my home.
Looking for whom ?
His painter in the capital city
or the one who bought him for thousand rupees ?
A thought of the brain
of a poor painter.
Sold for a few rupees
to burn the kitchen fires.
Glory versus family!
Suitable for a headline
in a weekend newspaper
How can I forget the look
he gave when the bargain was done ?
Yet, will his fame give his son
a pair of tennis shoes
or tuition fees for elder one ?
At least a sustegen for his
wife with a cancer ?
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Very hart touching poem. I really enjoyed it. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteIf you have time please visit my son's poems @ http://www.voicesnet.org/allpoemsoneauthor.aspx?memberid=1299860010
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thanks.
Thank u very much and welcome to my port. I will visit your son's blog soon.
DeleteReally a thing that we should believe. The soul of the artist, who got a great heart is the first thing to fall. Its like ur blog prob is solved now
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for your comment.I deleted the post which gave me problems. It seems my problem is over now.
DeleteNice poem..the final stanza makes the reader very emotional.
ReplyDeleteThank u Chams.I am somewhat busy these days. Will come to your blog soon.
DeleteSorry I'm late. I can't imagine why I didn't see this before. There seems to be some blogger problem these days as everyone is saying.
ReplyDeleteWell, this is fantastic. You have gone way beyond an art critic's point of view this time, making it narrow, huh. Who else would see through the work of art the way you did, I wonder.
Great!
Thank you very much. I am happy to read that you have enjoyed my poem and you are the people who give me strength to improve my desire for writing poetry.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem! Wish that I can write like you :D
ReplyDeleteBtw I like the new face lift of your blog as well.
Thank you very much.I wish that I can take photos like you :D
ReplyDeleteVery Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much. Welcome to my blog.
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful poem that narrates a heartrending tale!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I am happy to read all your comments. Welcome to my blog.
ReplyDeleteas every day poem is nice. also has a very deep hidden meaning (as i feel. because i like this)
ReplyDelete"Looking for whom ?
His painter in the capital city
or the one who bought him for thousand rupees"
these days nobody has idea about the value of painting and painters. The world has become digital :O
where is my comment????????????????
ReplyDeleteI am very, very sorry.I was not well in the past few days.(Tonsillitis and gastritis !) I came online today and your comments were waiting for moderation. I am happy that you have grasped the hidden meaning of the poem. I was ashamed when I did the bargain but only Rs. 1000.00 were left in my hand.When I hung the painting on my wall, the look of the kingfisher gave me the seed for a poem.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry that I couldn't come this way early ! I'm so happy to read your blog. I went through most of the posts. this poem brought me many memories from the past, and I was numb for a moment ! thank you so much. painters sitting under the Mara trees on the pavements of the road in front of national art gallery, came into my mind. Poverty has overcome creativity ! keep up with the good work blue lotus .. I admire your poetry very much.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to my blog. Thank u for your kind comment.Yes. That was where I bought my painting while on a trip to 'Nelum Pokuna' theatre.
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