Vincent Van Gogh, When He Was Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When he was
None came to feel it
What his contribution stood for,
Gogh in the asylum
Painting his masterpiece,
Starry Night,
Olive Trees,
Irises

People misunderstood
The romantic artist and his desperation,
So talented and intuitional
But the inner conflicts raking him
The wide world could not,
Could not know, feel it
The dilemma of his, the doubts of his

Selfies and portraits
Of an artist,
An artist as a young man
But a great artist split
So full with
The Spark of Divinity,
The post-impressionist Dutch artist.