Art is honest Just like the rush of adrenaline At the sight of danger, The drooping of eyes At the thought of loss, Or the uncontrollable smile When passion works out, You can’t make an artist tear up When he freshly composed art, Words can be concocted Neither the flow of poetry Nor the stroke of the brush For how long can you print? Words that are not you Because at the end of the diary With teardrops as witness Scribbled words summarize ‘Art is honest’
-Snehal Deb 26.07.2022
