A Collection of Original Poetry by Students of Ladysmith High School

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Shweta Singh ~ The Language of Art

Art does not have to be seen
Art can be heard, art can be smelt
Art does not have to be named
Art should be experienced and felt

Art is created …
Behind the stars and under the hills
And empty minds it fills

Art can…
Bring out the sun and make darkness follow after
End life and kill laughter

Art is like a box…
A box with no hinges, key or lid
Yet golden treasure inside is hid

Art is like the creatures of the sea…
Alive without breadth
As cold as death

Art is like the wind…
Voiceless it cries, wingless it flutters
Toothless it bites, mouthless it mutters

Without art…
The sun would have no warmth
The flowers would have no beauty

Art is the rain that falls to earth …
And therefore is the reason of nature’s birth


© Shweta Singh


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GRADE 10
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1 comment:

  1. This is the voice of a true artist! I love the images you created to describe what art means to you, especially the box without hinges, key or lid.
    Very well done.

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