"asto" poems
when is a work of art not just a work of art?
at what point does it stop
being only a thing of beauty
and transform-
the self
the society
the Universe
when does it transcend the real
and become something magical
helping one fall through –
the rabbit hole
the wormhole
the black hole
when does it become
an unstoppable force
and cause –
a revolution
an evolution
an absolution
and at which moment does it make you stop in your tracks
stop breathing and exclaim
“Gar Firdaus, ruhe zamin, hamin asto, hamin asto, hamin ast!”
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
05.01.2013
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Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 6:21 AM UTC