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dear mamtaji, only a mad man can understand van Gogh... he was a man wild at heart, mad at soul........ only mad men did something great for mankind..........

sweet thoughts, sweet poem.the last para is very attractive. 'My eyes drifted to dying ambers, just when my son asked me; Would you like me to add more logs; came out of my reverie. We walked on the gravel path towards the lodge in silence. He said Mom; should spend more time in Sunshine, with nonchalance... ' voted10 surya

An artist getting into the mind of another great artist, only the art form is different.

Its a great talent to visulaize and get into our own trance Give figure to all those read and heard, take a stance Being indiffernt at comfort zone is everyone's call Concern to High culture and tradition, is not by all. Great write my dear poet... i love each line of concern here.

quite long but i think it's enjoyable... nice write

Beautiful poetic tribute to Vangogh and his work...i had written elsewhere in PH the following lines: 'I gave a portrait to a poet; It came out with its heart inside In musical lines laureate! ' I am happy to find how i am proven right while reading this poem yours, Mamta...thanks...10

We are prisoners of fate or are we restricting ourselves? This question gets answered in various forms as we grow. I never got a reassuring answer. Lovely poem from a trance...

Your empathy with the great painter is exceptional. His life was tragic in many ways. But, genius has a life ot its own. And his, 'Starry Night' will speak well of him for centuries to come. Thank you for this wonderful write. Warmly, Sandra

You paint some mesmerising images here bringing to life Van Gogh's 'Starry Night' - a very beautiful write Mamta with a great ending

Sitting a thought Sparkle Star Sapphire Sensibility Sensation.........................why every good things start with an S and i hope they don't have the evil eye-the eye of Satan Saturn When i went to India and Pakistan in 2005-i liked many things with S-Siachen Srinagar, Saharanpur, Sialkot, .............and i liked a mom calling her daughter-beckoned as Sheena--meaning a snow doll-some astrologer saw my hand then and said i will be robbed off every good things in life for two decades-and more ghastly would be the first seven and half years of each 2.5 yrs multiplied by 3 change of phases--SATURN I wore something called sapphire then so that i retain the blue vale of abundance and success in life- But alas! But anyways i wish you with all what i wished-may god come with your cherishments.....10/10 for your feelings here.It touched my heart. Shimla, Shillong

what a deep brooding poem....art definitely leads to salvation...art has a great responsibility of making human beings...only if human is well made he can handle science and technology without making it a burden