Watching the setting sun..
Drooling over the colour of the evening..
I say to myself..
Can it encolour my life? !
'Which bears the patches of black and white? ! '
As if the sun has stolen
The jubilant redness out of my world..
And flew to the sky
Leaving my life damn faded..
Lately i am used to all this
Tying to build a Tajmahal
Out of the pure white..
And trying to find solace
In the utter blackness..
Black and white have never been a curse
As long as I can feel..
The warmth of every colour..
Merged into the White..
And when black complements it..
So truely i understand my life! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem