I remember seeing this advertisement some time back. A Frenchman, apparently a connoisseur of art, was trying to explain with passionate gestures, intricacies of an artwork hung on pristine white wall to a man standing next to him,
" and look at the clarity of the lines, there no undulation nor hesitancy only confident smooth fluency. The expansive white space exudes transcendental tranquility with tinge of grey........."
"Excuse me!' said the man as he moves over to the artwork and clicks a switch on. The voiceover declares,
"State of art air-conditioner"
This poetry is something like that advertisement.
Blue: The Peepul Tree
In this forlorn vast expanse,
Amidst cattle and crystal sands,
Blazing hot angry sun,
A lone Peepul tree stands.
Built by a generous soul,
Under the Peepul tree,
On the round platform,
A pilgrim fast asleep.
A Well at the edge of shadow,
Spilt water, stream of ants,
Low activity, apparent calm,
Peace before the gathering storm.
A minor twister passes by,
A flock of storks over flies,
Herd of cattle stops to eye,
Curious 'Time' stands-by.
Thinker searching meaning for life,
Lawyer counting all his lies,
Writer gloating over his style,
Moron's face has a silly smile.
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