Stolid face; for stones cannot utter languages at will
Maybe the perception of an onlooker trying to identify the Muse
Details in the folds of a face narrates a story
Eyes too stare at the inquiring eyes of the passers-by
Why suffer boredom? Instead, silence can be translated
Stillness should not deter the heart to start a conversation
Think of the noise of chiselling and imagination of the artist
Much profound compared to the licentious words of verses
Strewn across the blank pages carelessly; damned emotions
This figure of silence says much more about perseverance
Trying to convey rich emotions to very few who care
Art was not born in a day but from perspiration of souls
Patience and timelessness bears the relevance of its existence
~Amitav
Beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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