Poem : Captives of Glass

Those masterpieces inside glass frames,
hanging on walls, of museums and art galleries,
or lying between glass shelves of old libraries,
or in black discs surrounded by glass boxes,
often reflect what we expect to see;
and this is the role that glass plays.
But when glass is removed, when reflections die,
and pretentiousness is overshadowed by art;
very often, a story is found, emptied inside,
in these pensieves of their presents, our past.
A story of a man who wanted to share his life,
a dream that the man wanted to achieve,
a place that he wished to visit, but couldn't,
and a lot more can be found in his pensieve.
A wish, every artist attaches to these,
very often by us, the wish is overlooked,
same wish that connects every species,
the wish, the want, to be understood.
For every piece of art tells a genuine story,
and every piece of art contains the emotions of the artist,
and neither can be separated from the art that survives,
for hidden in every piece of art, lives forever, the artist.

                                 - Sushant Kumar Das