At that sketched portrait let us gaze
where she stands alone by the fire
Nothing's special there to admire.
Yet there is something to amaze
her tearful sight from brighter days;
in those eyes nothing’s pretended
A calm stillness is intended
to seize the moment of her joy
In that portrait she’s just a toy
who loves to be apprehended.
(4th of March,2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem. Wonderfully conceived. I liked it for its remarkable imagery and decent style. Rated it 10. TFS..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Regards Akmal