Are you a mere portrait painted on canvas?
Oh! Those distant nebulae
-They huddle together in the vault of heaven,
Those who carry light through the dark all the time
-Planets, stars and the sun.
Aren’t you real like them?
Oh Portrait! Are you just a portrait?
You are not in front of my eyes
But my eyes are fixed on you, so today-
You are in the luxuriance of green;
You are in the light shade of blue.
My universe has found in you -my heart’s symphony
I don’t know and nobody knows that
I am singing in your tune
You are the poetry in the heart of a poet--
Not a portrait, not a mere portrait, not just a portrait.