You paid him
for something that you could like
He gave you
the thing
that he loves
most
I don't know
and I am sure he doesn't know
what it means
when you say
you gave your everything
to someone or something
and now living in grey?
What he knows
his sweats need devotion
his emotions need attention
Movements of his blood and his fingers
need aggression
and he have to keep his days and nights
his sleeps and dreams
in hibernation
to pour his everything
into something
through your imaginations
And when he gave you
your something
and his everything
he could walk away
with a smile of satisfaction
Because what you saw and believed as grey
He knew
that was burnished green
covered with cold clouds
little white
little grey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is art of living...and we all artists in our given time and space...sad and happy as well as other things, they are not just stand as feelings but as colour pellete in life canvas. Nice work Puspanjali, keep it up