Monday, June 6, 2011

To be an Artist among Other Things

The night when the artist,
Bore his crying child outside,
He noted
That the baby’s eyes
Caught the reflection of the starry sky,
And each suspended tear
Made a sparkling moon.


Nasnin Nasser said...

That's beautiful:) So imaginative:)

ARUN said...

just saw the comment. i seldom blog these days. anyway, thanks very much for feeling so :)