Paint Poem by Miethi Goswami

I was walking down the lane to my work,
With a heavy heart and a throat to choke,
I saw two men painting the road,
With black and yellow,
Coat after coat;

That was the only thing that lit my face;
The paint roller made me smile,
And firmed my gaze;

I wished to walk down to them and lend a hand,
I wished to just give up my work,
And go near them and stand;

Love for my work is something I lack,
At that moment,
I just wished to paint yellow and black.