To make a portrait for you
The open window turned into a canvas…
With all the clouds on the horizon
The season's first silver rain was drawn
With a watercolor…
It rained. The colour washed away;
You filled with a new one.
Thereafter, a dark night came;
From the other side of the sky
You looked through a peephole
With your star-like eyes…
Having seen me sad
Immediately, you drew the moon…
Furtively, I glanced and saw an artist
And myself - A silent spectator!
As you've come….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem