Why a song does not die with the singer
Nor does a poem perish with the poet ?
Art outlives the artist.
These have been there always
Even before man was created.
Songs turn our hearts softer
Poems may just set ablaze our thoughts
A painting on the wall stirs the soul
The ivory figure reflects self
With these we keep living on.
Turning tens and thousands of faces to realize ;
Every mind to think
Right here is what touches our senses
Wakes us up from slumber
And fuels our selves.
Art is food for conscience
To keep the spirit ticking.