Ode to Van Gogh

Our loving Vincent

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Oh, Vincent, you’re on fire inside, like a brush with flames,
As you painted sun-kissed days, you danced with the stars.
You saw the world as a piece of art—raw and bold,
With clouds that move around and fields of bright straw.

Your heart, a storm, poured out in whirling waves,
Each bright color is like a whisper that calls.
The longing spirit, which was restless and deep,
A symphony of colors that echo the sound.

Of wind in the wheat and crows calling at night,
The yellow husk of a sunflower represents shared laughter.
You spilled your blood on the waiting cloth,
A web of ideas that dares to go against reality and laziness.

When you were misunderstood, your talent shone so bright,
In blue, green, and starlight tones.
Even so, whispers come through the brushstrokes,
Painted in your eyes, is beauty’s comfort.

Now, daisies stand as a sign of your love,
And nights with lots of stars still shine, always new.
Because the world finds comfort and beauty in your work,
A brushstroke melody, a lively place to live.

So here’s to you, Vincent, with a toast;
From daring strokes of the brush to vibrant hues.
In the annals of time, your light shall shine,
A light-filled canvas, an ode in motion.

© Shuvranil Sanyal, 2024

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