That Starry Night’s Ode To Van Gogh’s Soul


To what, rendered me, Saint of Paint
A cosmic funeral, in the, dark!
A creative thought, with, deceptive taint
Was Van Gogh, you, ever so stark!

A cypress, below, the heaven’s, maze
By the, naked hills, slept a, lost village
In, saturnine sky, galactic haze
Where the madman, strayed, in his thoughts’, pilgrimage!

How you, saw me, from, madhouse, Vincent
And laid, me bare, beyond the bone
For the world, a, sinful sacrament
Truth’s glory, etched on, your lone tombstone!

A tortured, artist’s, redemptive thoughts
A silent, satirist’s, hyperbole
An immortal, farm of, forget-me-nots
That Starry Night’s Ode, To, Van Gogh’s Soul!

© 2020 Vikas Chandra

Submit a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s