Art renders immortality; it ensures that even when the physical body is decayed, abstract ideas and thoughts continue to live through centuries. It conveys the world the unique notions and ideologies that someone, somewhere had ages ago. Even today, when we read a book, listen to a melody or appreciate a painting by gone artists, we are actually interacting with them. Through the language of art, we can converse with them anytime. So, this is a small poem in which ‘I’ refers to all artists.
Poetry is my spirit, in words I lie
I am made of thoughts, I never die
For I am a notion so how can I?
You can always meet me in pages
For I am eternal, I live through ages