Balakarthi N
Whirling stars and Waving cypresses
Living on his canvas under vivid colours
and bold brush strokes in the guise of reality
An excuse for the moment of ecstaticity
A dilemma between reality and fantasy
People mock him delusional and crazy
Stars and Irises dancing in the asylum’s window
Soul yearns to depart from the eternal sorrow
Burdened soul suffers
Wish to end this curse
Shot in his chest with lefaucheux’ revolver
But the sadness lasted forever
‘Cause the stars stopped whirling
Reality won the battle in his groaning
discourses on madness and creativity converge
A misunderstood genius Vincent van Gogh.
(Pic courtesy: Google)
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