Art And Its Enigma Poem by Subrata Ray

Art And Its Enigma

In the world painting
Painter Ranjit Dey
Sent a pieceboard
Of multi coloured
Soaked of the brush
An wastage to be dustbinned.

The judges started to merit
To discover the idea of the Wit
One read owl-moaned rat
Another the omen of black cat
The 3rd , moon devoured Himalaya
The 4th, a human bonsai with no growth
And so on, and so on

Difference of opinions came
With non dimensional names
But all agreed in one hue
Art is an Enigma, its clue none knew.