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In the heart where silence whispers tales untold
Brushstrokes dance on canvas, stories unfold
Not for fame or fortune's fleeting gaze,
But for the soul's pure joy, art finds its maze
Colours galore, emotions flow and soar,
In every stroke, a longing to explore
No eyes but mine to witness beauty's grace
In art for its own sake, a sacred space
With every line, a melody takes flight,
A symphony of hues, a gentle light
Not seeking praise or laurels to adorn
But in creation's dance a heart is born
For art's true essence lies in its embrace
A journey of the spirit, in time and space
In every stroke, a whispered ode to fate
Isn't art for its own sake, eternally great?
Image © Arup Ganguly |
