By Elsy Satheesan (Kalaparampath)

With strength hidden
in the center of weakness,
the artist lives
in soft dreams
veined with love.

When hit hard
at the soft core
he spins out of control,
shaping wonders
in tongues, native to heart.

Agony is an art to him,
deft at morphing rupture
into supernal rapture.

He sits majestic
on the throne of the artist
with joy that is teary
and woe that is dainty.

The artist lives through agony,
as gold through fire,
smelting agony into marvels
with God's own mint mark on them !!!