son asks father daily
for designer goods
from clothes to wallet
to shoes to his underwear
wise father decides
to teach son a lesson
about the most important
brand that one should have
'look at this shoe worn by
that famous author. every line,
every crease speaks of him.
the world flies here to breathe his things.
the simplest things come alive with
his aura, his unique brand'
son feels an emptiness in him
immediately. he starts looking at things
inside out rather than the other way round.
he begins to realise the artist has to shed his brand
on the canvas and that all the best colours wont
do him any good, if he is not foremostly
a brand himself.
he begins to cultivate the brand that has been
a slave to others, to free himself from being painted by others.
he starts to paint his life the way he wants to be, to be a designer brand himself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm not Gucci or Versace I'm not Shakespear or Degas I'm not Mozart or even Humphrey Bogart Just this poem's all i've got!