Poetry: No Painting A Portrait
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Painting whilst a picture of a tree,
You paint not just as you see,
Nor yet copy nor imitate,
The scene seen within you translate.
If you merely copy,
It's just photography.
So you study what it conveys,
And transmute in so many ways.
Not replicate what's seen by eyes,
You render what it signifies.
The same thing spells with poetry,
Your head talks just about the tree,
Yet, in many a ways discreet,
Your heart would try and interpret.
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Reflections |08.07.2019|
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