Subrata Ray

Rookie (27.01.1959 / Nator, Rajsahi, Bengladesh)

The Artist And The Painter. By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray

Can a painter be an artist? yes, no
Dubious! no, be careful and lo.

For, he may be, if his station is high,
To secure idea, above the average he must fly
Again when he finds pride in painting fair face,
His poverty hankers, flattering and grace.

Is he then remains only a painter?
Yes, he never grows adult to be a hunter.
What then is his value to us?
Naked eye feasting and fuss.

How would you distinguish the two?
No reason, no comparison no clue
What! How you dare to say! ! !
For, he remains with his gross senses ever gay.

An artist is the true reflector of God,
And knows the difference between a poet and a fraud.
Is artist then a poet?
Yes yes with idea he is set.

Creation and recreation initiate communication,
Between the Creator and His son,
And an artist is creator’s miniature inborn,
A painter has no God, and he is a kind of parasite,
Nothing but what his eyes meet, appears to be right.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 23, 2010



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