The Portrait
The portrait hangs on the wall
Trying to convey a thousand tales
Unfortunate are we,unable
To decode its powerful will.
The portrait hangs on the wall
A mixture of splendid hues
A witness to endless incidents
Yet glorious in its graceful silence!
The portrait hangs on the wall
A symbol of deep patience
Intentionally unaware of its alarming grandeur
Subject to the deceptive pangs of jealousy!
While the room exerts its own importance
The wall is clear in its perception
One says the portrait is mine
The other is busy to lie!
The portrait hangs on the wall
Busy displaying its beauty to the world
Alas! a fool it is
To allow its own mockery!
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