Whenever i had made a beautiful portrait with love;
Who is that unkown for to force flying my imaginative dove?
Is that time a criminal or no copratiom of. my bad luck;
In ocean of my imazination;why r for drowning my duck.
An inkpot full of black ink is always chasing me;
But i am now alert from my painting’s enemy.
By luck or by chance, i have to face some damage;
I have courage to face all of them who take revenge.
If many time my lovely portrait may be demolished by someone;
I can’t be calm and try to paint my lovely portrait or any one.
Because i have the power of Afrodite’s blessings;
Godess Venus too play always with my heart’s strings.
Then why am i so much in depression n frightened;
When all universal things are singing with me giving soul’s endowment.
O my dear heart!don’t be depress coz i am to come for begining;
To give u a new shape in better way to sparkel as star n smiling.
Don’t worry dt if time take a turn back for vanishing you;
I am with u my dear!always ,as soul to soul forever you.
As dawn is with sun n dusk with cool moon:
You are my dear, only to glow for soon.
Written by aruna sharma.
12.25at night. 13.04.2017.