THE PAINTER

  

     
                                         :- washim AKRAM.
   
                    THE PAINTER.
 
The morning isn't
          Clear so much yet,
A dimming light fell

    On the canvas..

  But still it dark in the dawn....
The birds welcome a
           New day with their songs,
The flowers blossomed
          And spread smile gently.
Wow! There's a girl in
           the canvas looks like an angel
Oh my god! Look at her eyes
             How beautiful are they!!
 Straight hairs coming in her face
              Gives gems to her eternal beauty.
I could see the canvas
             But where's the painter?
Why? he painted the picture
              In the dawn??
Look! He is lying on ground
                   Like a corpse!
Why the canvas look red?
     OH NOOOO!!
Blood! He painted it by own blood,
     At the corner of the canvas he writes
        PLEASE COMEBACK!!.