Abdul and his Poems is a painting by Ayan Ghoshal which was uploaded on May 26th, 2012.
Abdul and his Poems
Long ago there was a person called Abdul , whom I knew . He was humble , soft spoken and a poor poet with lot of talent. The World did not bother... more
by Ayan Ghoshal
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Abdul and his Poems
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Ayan Ghoshal
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Painting - Mixed Media
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Long ago there was a person called Abdul , whom I knew . He was humble , soft spoken and a poor poet with lot of talent. The World did not bother about Abdul but I used to feel bad for this person as his demands were not much - he only wanted recognition and little bit of respect from the society. He never got it. There are so many of them in this world across countries who die unnoticed.....like Abdul. Their poems live in our minds even today . They compel me to hold the brush !
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Comments (25)
Johny Deluna
Thoughtful work. I like it very much. A small wild flower growing by the road gets no appreciation, but this does not diminish its beauty.
ARJUN SEN
This is a wonderful portrait and tells an entire life story in a few lines. It reminds us not only of this individual's plight but also that most artists and even art appreciators lead difficult lives. A lot of people don't understand their interest. I also knew an old munshi in Delhi the 1970s who used to teach me Hindi - but he was really a fan of Urdu poetry as he came from Old Lahore before partition days. Although a Hindu, he was fond of quoting Faiz, Iqbal, Firaq, Ghalib. His sons made fun of him. He was a lower division clerk in the railways and he could only afford a bus, not a scooter. He tramped around Delhi, weary in the heat, trying to earn a few extra pennies. He wasn't an artist himself but an appreciator. But he had got respect because the cultured Lahore of his boyhood days were long gone and after Partition, like so many, he lost his home and came to Delhi. In Delhi, though an old cultured community remained, it was severely challenged by changes, and immigrants from West Punjab could not integrate into this closed community. As a kid i had no understanding whatsoever of all this and was thoroughly bored when he would break off from Hindi and suddenly quote lines from Ghalib or Iqbal ad lib. Little boys understand nothing! v/f
Shankhadeep Bhattacharya
i love your art and the way you see life through Art.. In a certain way you are my big brother ...My deep respect and love for you..
Shankhadeep Bhattacharya
Ayan da... tomar subject gulo amr bhison bhalo lage.. jader kotha tumi bolo tomar chobir moddhe die tara kothay thake, ki khay, karai ba tader bondhu (adou ki tader bondhu hoy?) se khobor keu rakhe na... khobor to ponno akhon bajardore ... i love your art and your way of seeing life trough art.. My deep respect .. you are my big brother...
Len Stomski
Ayan my friend, So nice to see you climb to the top. thank you
Ayan Ghoshal replied:
Len - thank you very much my friend . I am fond of your creations - you know that.
Dean Harte
what a wonderful dedication Ayan, here is to all the unsong Abdul's of this world! vote/fav!
Gloria Ssali
wow takes your breath away love the imagery and lovely tones and colour an awesome image Ayan fave
Branko Jovanovic
themes that you see and what you are talking about the picture is proof of how is big your heart ... I'm very happy and I glad to meet you looking at your pictures .....v&f