I imagined an infinite sketch
Floating on canvas
Of a beautiful sky
I held the easel in my hands
Planned to play with all hues
With more than a few little strokes of brush
Made a exquisite portrait
Named it ‘My Friend’
Soul of excellence
Valiant lady
Radiating sunshine character
Spring of Trust
Source of Faith
Delicate scent of blossom
Peace of Mind and enchantment
Harmony of soul and body
Captioned it my friend Naz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem