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The moon is stained with raw blood
the silhouette is no longer visible
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Hi Binaya, What a great poem! “the artist is busy bringing goose bumps in the effigy of his failure.” Breathing life into an effigy, a lifeless doll..., that too, of his “failure”. You have not used the word “doll”, for, dolls resemble human. At least children in their innocence think they are live. But an effigy! It is never meant to live. Will never come alive. That is the contradictory image, which brings out the agony of the artist, that makes poetry. Poetry par excellence.
Thanks Sir for your kind words of inspiration and encouragement.I am highly obliged to you sir for going through my poems and finding the error in it. Regards Binaya
What makes difference? If the sculpture is not complete before the last breathe. Lovely poem sir I enjoy your poem đź’Ż++++