What if Mona Lisa's treated like corn?
In multiple forms made and marketed?
From one of a kind and mysterious born,
What if it steals no heart nor turns keen head?
Imagine several shades of dull grey,
And classics that meander out of hands,
What if Sun never sets nor ends the day?
Bouquet that passes hands till blossom bends.
Nature's art's not a blueprint of all space,
Nor can be stretched on and on till it yawns,
Art ‘s not a self portrait devoid of grace,
There's no grace in wildly grown garden lawns.
No, you can't milk and market art to death,
The mysterious can't be mapped in one breath.
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Sonnets | 05.07.14 |
Poet's Note: This sonnet responds to a suggestion that an aficionado (and I am sure, a market buff) made some time back of popularizing old classic paintings by making their prints and marketing widely.
Art is no cow to be milked until death, Art's art till it carries its fervent faith.....outstanding conceptualization. A brilliant poem is amazingly shared with poet's note. Thanks for sharing.
Yes sir, it's the time for Mona Lisa to mourn because of commercialization of everything at the cost of quality...a masterpiece/work of art which lingers its aesthetic beauty for eternity! I appreciate the spirit of this amazing work..............10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the title and the similes very much...and whatever you have said in the note is all true...an unusual topic interestingly worked out...thank you Aniruddha for all your comments and the special comment on me as a poetess...thanks a lot...I feel honoured very much
Thanks for all the good words which I've learnt to take with a big pinch of salt. I need not elaborate, but I'm sure you know why I say so.