A Tribute
The yellow house and the yellow flowers,
the scorching sun and explosive emotions,
the man held the canvas with unnatural stoop,
for he was bent upon to paint invisible air:
The air that whisked the petals into cyclical whirls,
the air that scattered colours into grotesque curls,
the air that entered the subconscious like a rebellion;
that play of brushes with a revolutionary fervour.
As if possessed, he attacked the sunflower fields
and drank the landscapes in his passionate spirit.
Odd it might appear he exchanged his ear for love,
oblivious to social etiquette and decadent morals.
Rare are the geniuses born, artists of intuitive flourish,
this is the story of Van Gogh who redefined the art.
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c s shah
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