Let the arts in
Published on: Saturday, September 19, 2015
By: Pauline Sidhhu
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As for the culinary arts, I loved the subject of Domestic Science – making rock buns, local kuih, learning how to wash canvas shoes, iron a hankerchief, do flower arrangements, sew all sorts of stitches, embroider a napkin – yes, I loved them all.
Needless to say, I love music too – Arabic tunes, Hindi romantic songs, Mandarin melodies, classical rock and English songs – yes, I love them all.
Movies, documentaries, cartoons, cinematography, photography – all these too get my attention.
The way I look at it, a balance in education is very important. We cannot be just pushing for Science, we must also stress the Arts. They bring fresh perspectives and develop the right side of the brain. Creativity must be inspired and motivated.
You have to just look at nature and God’s creations offered in the sky, the sand, the sea, the lakes, the mountains, the grasslands, and the mountains to know that He intended us to enjoy it all.
In today’s article, may I share two original poems written by me?
The first is titled “Waves” and the second “Forlorn”. Both are on my Facebook (yes, do send a friend request) and I hope you enjoy them.
They were inspired by my solo trip to the stunningly beautiful country of New Zealand in the month of April. Such serenity and calm encapsulated me in this country that till today I yearn to travel again and sojourn to other equally beautiful lands offering scenic sights and wonderful people.
Here is my first poem:
Waves
By Pauline Sidhhu
A gentle breeze
Caresses the water,
The ripples extend,
In ever widening circles.
A gust of wind blows,
Through the trees.
The leaves rustle,
In a sigh heard by all.
A soft whisper of love,
Vibrates the ear drum,
The mind attunes,
Happiness seeps into the soul.
Waves end in froth,
To embrace the sand,
Crabs scuttle of moist holes,
Seagulls walk and peck.
Seaweed extends its arms,
Shells grow and get shed,
Pebbles glint in the sun,
The waters ebb and flow.
Children build sandcastles,
As mothers watch,
Eagles soar in the blue sky,
To land in nests cradled by mountains.
Dark caves yawn wide open,
For bats to swoop in and out,
Boats bob and kayaks swivel,
The fish dart away and ducks pedal,
Shouts fill the air.
And, life blows its own trumpet.
And, here is the second poem:
Forlorn
By Pauline Sidhhu
Bird on a twig,
Awaits.
Cocks its head,
Listens.
Warbles its throat,
Calls.
Pecks at its breast,
Restless.
Ruffles its feathers,
Wanders.
Hops onto another branch,
Looks around.
Then, spreads its wings,
And, flies away.
In ending, may I leave you with a quote by Leonardo da Vinci?
He said, “Painting is poetry that is seen, rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
If your child or student loves the arts, do encourage him and give him a free rein, please. He may become a great musician, comedian, fashion designer, painter, poet, writer, architect, movie maker, lyricist, singer, chef or photographer.
The least you can do for him is to let his passion flower under the sun. And let the rays of his talent shine forth to light up the world with their beauty.
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