painting – ipsita banerjee

Sunflowers

I do not give an explanation every time I write a poem, I just go about with the emotion and hope somebody gets what I’m saying. But this piece of art has a story and one worth telling. In school, back in the early 80s, there was an Art teacher everyone was petrified of: Mrs…

Faces

Who is it I see looking at me From that empty canvas? Is it that teen, staring vacant Her face marked and scarred From the acid of depraved lust? Or is the child raped and cast aside Her little pleas for help, a prayer On every mother’s lips? Can it be the woman sitting alone…