I wanted to draw a painting
on the canvas called life...
beatiful, mystic yet attractive..
I started adding on colours
of love, of desire, of hope..
even of envey..
when I finished nothing was there..
except a paper of overlapping colours
loughing at me for my unskillfulness! ! !
so I started removing layers one by one
I went on and on....
till I found a blank canvas once again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem