Abode is his dwelling

Ride unto the last with pride is all’s aim

To nearly hearth most of all reach with act

Chilled we stay though near heat

Since nothing can be undone

All is done, which results in devoid of inclusion

Touched yet untouched we stand

Nature heals is known

But nature that is distorted by own hands

How can it absorb the insanity tasted

Anti is the action as a substitute rendered

Guardian stays unguarded

The Artist is left with the withered art

The Artist is disgraced upon his own art

The Artist is nullified

Slowly the art realised

It cannot hold or withstand alone

The art now seeks the artist realm

Emptiness swallows the divine

Art seek refuge yet cannot behold

Harsh is the fact

Yet deserving through deeds

Art, the human without humanity

Stands as if reviled by the Artist

Remorse for the guilt in thought and action

Restores the belief in the Artist’s art

Awakened from the reels

Nears the salvation Divine

Then the Art stands as an apitome of grandeur as imagines by The Artist

Artist been perfectionist

Near to it lays the Art

Nurtured with beauty of kindness and serenity

The Art survives: humanity stirred back and now restored

                                                                                                ~ Anila A. Pillai

                                                                                                                                                                    Surat, India