Art's Blessing

Updated: Aug 2

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar

In perceptions,

They knead reality with their own hands,

Before it kills them.

For lies keep us sane

From the profound madness of truth.

Then, often I awe

At art's audacity,

In gracefully stripping bare

Their wishful "reality".

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar

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