Like the pains and pangs of Modigliani
Turn into a portrait of yourself
With new colors and empty eyes
Gaze straight without a wink
And your beholders who shoot your art but not you
Can never bother you with the light of flashes and click of cameras
Like the Sufferings of the Young Werther
Turn into a story unrhymed and free verse
With a tragedy at the end of yourself
Burst into tears and purify your heart
And your readers will learn that it is love
That holds the world together at its core
Like a Beethoven’s symphony, numbered Five plus One
Play yourself in harmony with the cruelties
Thumping mercilessly at your house door
Accept and endear realities of life with a secret
From your audience that your best award
Was your father’s slap on your face
Like a Dega’s dancer, dance carefree
Like a Shakespeare’s Comedy, laugh at life’s errors
Like a Paganini’s Caprice, love remorseless and impulsive
Like poetry, live with valor and truth
Be the best of yourself
Forgive
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