Is this the real thing? Or is it a fake?
Got a niggling feeling
I have made a mistake.
The touch of the master
seemed evident here.
But as I go deeper
it isn't so clear.
It's good - I don't doubt it -
such artistry too-
but something about it
just doesn't ring true.
But then - does it matter
whose hand crafted this?
Whether his, or some other,
it's still what it is;
a polished production,
a beautiful piece-
inspiring emotion,
aspiring to please.
To dismiss it as worthless
would be a mistake.
It's a laudable likeness-
a fantastic fake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem