Borrowed Art
Abhipsha M. Phukan
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Dept of English, Tezpur University
Borrowed Art
A tender caress,
Cobwebs on cobblestones like yesterday's treasure.
Strokes of untainted ashes,
Against hills burnished to its finest brilliance.
I take a shy peek up,
Droplets of heavenly nectar,
Drowsy and pale against the thinnings of the veiled sky,
Fall silently like tears of a celestial maiden.
Once, twice and then thrice
I hear a whisper,
Echoing down the valleys
Like prayers of longing,
From Selene to Endymion.
There's a stream beneath,
Sparkling and gleaming,
flowers blooming wild,
In the midst of twinkling fairies.
Berries dot the bushes,
Like freckles on one's chin.
Like brush strokes of Van Gogh,
On his most cherished canvas.
A borrowed art,
One that she herself bestowed,
A gift from the goddess herself.
What is art without her touch?
Like a gypsy without a tambourine.
Like a beloved without grace.
Like a poet without ink.
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Abhipsha M. Phukan is a second-semester Integrated M.A. English student at Tezpur University with a deep interest in literature and the arts. Trained in Kathak, Sattriya, and Khool, and holding a diploma in Fine Arts, she hopes to express herself through both writing and culture.
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