Rana Zaman

Your finger is a paintbrush

If your finger is a paintbrush, it cuts all the clouds
The birds of sound fly in multitudes of stars
The sky is a big canvas, there is no spot
Paintbrush moves in anticipation of abstract painting

I draw exactly what I see
I painted with the same paintbrush the wave of green, the scent of red
The bend of your waist is on every tree
The lively dance of the field is like your smooth back

The boat of life moves in every frame of the picture
Your breath saves me day and night
With the touch of your hair, I draw fluffs clouds

Let the thought of drawing you be steady in my mind.

Wearing glasses

Because of addiction to color, I wear glasses
And hang upside down
I breathe a sigh of relief of the white dove
I am allergic to yellow clothes
If I get a dark blue shirt, I drown in the blue river

As a fertilizer cow dung has no comparable
Endless joy in the golden color of the massive harvest
Crows are happy and do not caw when they get grains
Consciousness is shaken to see the sparks before the eyes,

I search for the light from the deep black
I dispense the seven colors holding the sun in the fist
The blush on lover’s cheeks is also on her lips
I never captives’ parrot in a cage

I fill the canvas with hundreds of colors in a relax mood
Purple blends with the skin of eggplants
Earth colored body suffers from many diseases!
The ashes mixed with the corps are very faint in the horizon.

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