Before you arrange colour brush and canvas
Image was in your dream and imagination
You alone know how long
You kept cogitating
You had everything around you
Silvan surrounding, dim misty water
Still you kept on dreaming a new image
In a pain of creation.
All hues of covered your eyes
Till then you have not seen any image except yours
Full of amorous emotion
As you kept on thinking yourself
You fell in love with a new image you thought
Like a potter you created the image finally.
Tell me my darling, who you are
And who is this image
And who am I?
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