Comments about Sanath Kumar
A Reflection On Beauty
One fine day, I sat down to think
What was Beauty? It was difficult to ink.
What was Beauty? What the hell?
Internal or external? It was hard to tell.
Was it the horse? Or was it the cart?
Or something that ripped hearts apart?
Was it the proportion? Was it the smile?
A sculpture, so perfect, there’s no need to file?
Something you appreciate even from a mile?
Or something that stays just for a while?
Something that pleases the senses? Pleases them well?
Forces even an introvert out of his shell?
A rare combination of brawn ...