The Last Piece Of Art. Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty
The Last Piece Of Art.
All went wrong.
The moon is stained with raw blood
the silhouette is no longer visible
the palm tree in distant hill
is sliding off
the dream flower has lost its pigments.
What was wrong with!
With the cutis shriveled
cataract eyes shrunken
the arms trembling
the artist is busy
bringing goose bump
in the effigy of his failure.
What makes difference?
If the sculpture
is not complete
before the last breathe.
What if he sings or not
the last song.
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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What makes difference? If the sculpture is not complete before the last breathe. Lovely poem sir I enjoy your poem 💯++++