I wrote this poem in 1982, 14 years old. It is a tribute to the noble and sensitive soul of an artist. The painting is by my mother, the artist Kusum Shukla. Read also The Poet from 1984, age 16.
(c) Kusum Shukla Ocean Rhapsody
A painting of tears and frustration
A soul doomed to wander
In search of the perfect body –
That which embodies all things fine.
A brush more eloquent
Than a silent tear
A soul more vibrant and colourful
Than a rainbow.
A palette with colourful streaks
Of someone’s life
A face of agony
The desire to create and love –
To live.
A person doomed to be condemned
With that which is best in him
A mind finer
Than grains of sand.
A heart
Sensitive to appreciation
Susceptible to insult –
A person to be respected.
The fountainhead
Of Man’s and Culture’s
Progress.
Hail the artist!
The epitome of a noble promise –
The promise of beauty
Of life.
Vanita Shukla Hork, 1982
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Profound poetry that made me stop to visualize the artist desiring to express themselves with authenticity.
Thanks Vatsala, I’m really happy to hear that!
Powerful, colourful depiction of the spectrum within the heart and mind of the artist, mirrored in the tools of the ‘fountainhead’
Thank you, John! I remember reading Ayn Rand at the time and The Fountainhead had also made a great impression on my youthful mind.
❤️❤️🗝!
Peer
I’m glad you liked the poem, Peer.