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    PAIN, AN ENGRAVER

    Pain, the engraving artist
    With his piercing pen etches on its body
    The feeling of pain
    Chiseled in, shapeless words appear all over
    Spreading out, pausing, moving again
    Carving appears in circles, triangles and digital figures
    A spiders’ web on its skin, muscle and coat of hair
    It makes the stricken one
    Contract and expand its body in turn.

    Flailing its body, pulsating, quivering
    Trembling and throbbing now with its belly up
    Whimpering and calling in a symphony of pain
    It opens one eye and looks pathetically at me.

    Pain, I know, is the supreme artist
    Whether as an engraver or as a wheezing patient
    Shuddering in the throes of death
    The artist and his work of art
    Become unified in the realm of pain.

    Pain is a maestro, a virtuoso in its art
    A Dali, a Pablo Picasso, a Beethoven
    Or a Mozart – and many more like them
    Would never reach the finesse of nature itself
    Working on the body of my dog
    Its head crushed under a car,
    Dying a painful death in my lap.

    “There are no parallels between
    Art and Nature,” say I.
    *

    Satyapal Anand
    Last edited by saraah; 2 July 2012, 07:54.
    شاہ حسین جیہناں سچ پچھاتا' کامل عِشق تیہناں دا جاتا

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    Re: Pain, an engraver

    hmmmm....
    میں نعرہ مستانہ، میں شوخی رندانہ

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      Re: Pain, an engraver

      Pain, I know, is the supreme artist
      Whether as an engraver or as a wheezing patient
      Shuddering in the throes of death
      The artist and his work of art
      Become unified in the realm of pain.



      Good :rose

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