An Art Unseen

By Deeshita Ghoshal

Cries unheard, 

A beaming face displayed.

The tears dried on the cheeks,

Stretching the skin into a smile.

A mask, thus, for the turmoil inside.

Emotions within then took to art,

A single colour on a canvas fragile -

Ever abstract and always deep,

Pain, thus, became a pleasure.

The rivers that ran from the eyes,

Now took form on the canvas bank.

Low tides slowly became high,

Abstract slowly turned dark,

And when every stroke became a stab,

Alas, did the canvas tear,

The paint overflowing,

And the artist placid.

By Deeshita Ghoshal