Colour Poem by Prativa Dey

Colour



- - -
Watercolor-
**** Watercolor gets dead
Consciously,
So the picture is alive
In the hands of the artist,
Never or under investigation
Sometimes unknowingly
Here comes this picture
In the form of heat.
Monalisa artist
Has been alive,
That would be it
Who knows
The artist's art makes him
Death wins
If his art is timeless

Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: imagery
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Prativa Dey

Prativa Dey

Lindungi, India.
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