Old Man And The Art Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Art is not brush, nor color, nor water, nor rogue white beard,
But high humanity, means deep and means good,
How can art be disrobing or robbing of faith and land?
It is no stronger than filth and charred wood.

Art knows no boundary and barrier,
Art is like a noble fighter,
Art rids of the humanity of mad secular warrior.
Art colors harmonious forces and interiors.

Art plays celestial tune of humanity torn,
Art cures all the ills worn.
Art is not porn and scorn,
As designed by a white bearded secular horn.

Don’t so instigate the senses,
Paint inner beauty and soul’s fences,
Never see legs and breast’s haunches,
Lofty art draws beauty and real substances.

If an artist is truly loyal to his art and faith present,
Fondly disrobe own faith before disrobing others bent,
Lofty art draws beauty and reality best,
With the colors of grace and honor rest.

Art can not be money laundering,
Nor it can be female bashing,
Art gives light when restrained gaiting,
They also serve who remain sober and waiting.

FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA