The Last Piece Of Art. Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

The Last Piece Of Art.

Rating: 4.8


All went wrong.

The moon is stained with raw blood
the silhouette is no longer visible
the palm tree in distant hill
is sliding off
the dream flower has lost its pigments.

What was wrong with!
With the cutis shriveled
cataract eyes shrunken
the arms trembling
the artist is busy
bringing goose bump
in the effigy of his failure.

What makes difference?
If the sculpture
is not complete
before the last breathe.

What if he sings or not
the last song.

Friday, October 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajendra Rout 29 October 2018

What makes difference? If the sculpture is not complete before the last breathe. Lovely poem sir I enjoy your poem ??++++

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Unnikrishnan E S 20 October 2018

Hi Binaya, What a great poem! “the artist is busy bringing goose bumps in the effigy of his failure.” Breathing life into an effigy, a lifeless doll..., that too, of his “failure”. You have not used the word “doll”, for, dolls resemble human. At least children in their innocence think they are live. But an effigy! It is never meant to live. Will never come alive. That is the contradictory image, which brings out the agony of the artist, that makes poetry. Poetry par excellence.

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Binayakumar Mohanty 20 October 2018

Thanks Sir for your kind words of inspiration and encouragement.I am highly obliged to you sir for going through my poems and finding the error in it. Regards Binaya

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Bhakti Sharma 19 October 2018

Thought provoking poem.Thanks for sharing.

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