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Jan 2016
The torture chamber painted
thick with red, white and black
fully contains artifacts different
unimaginable kind each one is.

Pain indeed was the tap root
from which art sprouts, says the poet
all the secrets of the heart, hidden deep
for which a heavy price is paid
throughout life, sing and dance
spin a fine yarn, tell an unforgettable tale
Ability to feel the pain and sympathize, distinguishes
the DNA of art of any kind, elevates it to the plane of sublime.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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