Today Signature Is An Art Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Today Signature Is An Art



After having signed, I thinking within myself,
What sort of artist am I,
How have I been gifted with

And my signature signed in many ways
To be showcased
As for the art gallery and visitors

But the lukewarm response I too am not getting
For my art,
Just thinking within that I am an artist

And I do have talent in me
Rather than this there is nothing to acclaim
Or hold in admiration

Just my self-satisfaction, my self-elation
As for feeling satisfied,
Art for my sake

But sometimes I feel disgusted in verifying
When someone comes to me and asks,
If that was my signature

And at that time I scratch my head and think,
What have I done,
In being an artist

If not a world-class artist, definitely an artist of own stature,
It does not mean that all will be world class
And the other thing is this

Which it has to be recognized, gets not,
There are a few to promote and popularize
Where the talent lies in

In this world of mundane values, real talent goes not recognized,
Talent it is rarer and precious,
Priceless and indescribable!

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