A Sad And Lonely Painting Of A Riverbank Poem by Rifhan Rasuli

That was a lonely painting you were sketching
under the shed that protected you from the fierce sunlight
I gazed from a distance the ripples of your ink
like you, estranging themselves from the dull sight.

Such had left me with a deep impression
of a fine afternoon as the day went by
where all your weaknesses, wrath and frustration
being buried behind the feverish sky.

That lonely painting and yourself, and an amazed me
then seemed like a blurry image
wavered slowly in the faraway sea
of the sulky season and a boring sage.