I shall
In my amnesia
Of the lost ages
Stored in my subconscious
Color myself
And color you
In red and green
Indigo and aqua
And all the seven thousand colors
Colors from the wings of butterflies
From the petals of flowers
From the pink of the cheek
On your skin when it is
On the fourteenth of the day
Like moon
From your eyes that tell secrets
From the smile on your lips
And the sadness when in separation
I know you sit lonely
Facing the setting sun
The line from the crease
On the face of that old lady
In radiant smile
And when behind those lips
The pearls of teeth appear
On the face of the man
Who after a long travel
Is seeing in hope in some direction
The blue of the midnight
When we are painted with all these colors
We make love on a canvas
For a marvel of the art
To create a masterpiece
15/11/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You write like Michaelangelo do.Brilliant Sadiqullah.I'll READ MORE OF YOURS SOON.