Susmita Dutta The Artist.
Art glorifies life
And arrests Time
It liberates beauty
And plys standstill
In the museum
Of human saga.
Dear Beauty Queen,
Your brush paints feelings
And shapes the miniature
Of the Self, evoking imagination
And you replace the primary.
You stir a poet to write poem
With your picture and name
And lead him to see the mystic glow
That from content of your Art finds flow.
In running wheel
We all feel
Life will decay and vanish
But your art of paintings
Would unfold its wings
And beautify the Truth it holds.
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