I am drawing my picture
For quite some time now-
My picture
To me
Speaks,
Tells
What it wants
And
How it wants-
I listen
I go on…
I keep on drawing
My picture
I could not complete
Its structure-
My picture
With my efforts
Was not all satisfied
It was not glad
In my attempts
I am failed-
O my death,
May be with you
My picture will be happy
I guess
You can bring
The to-be-felt glee-
O my death,
I want to take your help
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem