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!
All this-
As you've come….
Dated: 28-11-2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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What a beauty! A window has been turned into a canvas with a sequence of animated images created by some divine hand to enthrall one and all. This poem goes into MyPoemList. Thanks, Dear Friend.
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