Staring on my easel
I gently stroked on the canvas,
from my very soul
the colour of hope
it lack vibrancy, carries only dimness
so much hopelessness!
afraid it might fade away in fullness
I approached for the colour of faith,
It was there with all its radiance
spreading smoothly vital on canvas
further adding the colours of agony and pain
appearing vital but vain
there was a desperate want of life!
I approached for the colour of life
oh! I was running short of it !
despite of my wit
I am so short of it!
there is absolute nothingness
so much lifelessness
Despite of such nothingness and lifelessness
I compassionately looked,
looked on to my incomplete painting of love!
here it gives me the inkling what I have been to you!
where You were looking onto me
You claim that You…
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