'Put hues on other artist's creation.'
Was told to an artist.
'Add life to other artist's vision.'
Was told to an artist.
A pause and he replies, 'I'll do it.'
His mind says yes.
But his heart refuses.
The stomach beckons food.
But his soul diffuses.
'Who am I to colour the already coloured? '
He asks himself.
'Who am I to create the already created? '
He asks himself.
Suddenly, a plateful of savouries
Comes towards him.
Hunger wins. Soul shrinks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Vabhav. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks