The Art And Mart
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Came in the crowd of upwardly mobile,
Enough cash in their private pile,
More informed of the mart
Than finer points of art,
A kind that values a folder,
To contents of file is colder,
To whom package is more
Than the product in store,
Where substance serves to style,
One can smell them from a mile.
Yet, nation grows art when grows,
When art is loved for art's sake,
Not when art to auctions owes,
Not when millions are at stake.
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Happenings | 01.10.05 |
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