not many seasons ago
if i happen to scrawl
a circle on a white sheet
of paper
and
oblong the south side a bit
and
put two dots on the east and the west
without any further ado
eye lashes cover the dots-the eyes,
in no time
the lips sprout at the centre
and become crimson red
the scrawled sheet
assumes life
and the lips lisp my name
and whisper sweet nothings
ah! that was seasons ago
and the white sheet now
groans under paper weight
in the dark, silent room.
where have you gone now
Imagination has no boundary, so remove the paper weight and we may see the smile again! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb. Thank you for sharing