Vain

Clear weather lighted my room, Unaware dark crawled into the shadow of the broom, What might follow the glance of the eye of the light, Into the bitter which always craved to be better, The bitterest hope blossomed beyond this light scatter A thirsty glass of water, A transparent matter, In the world of silence, A state without patience, Coated with dust, Was left on wooden table. Old, darkened pale and unstable. The reflection of the glass on the pane of my picture, Calmly Touched my old lips in the portrait My eyes watched rim and lips and relics of fate. The expression remained the same on my face, The place from where I was to watch remained a place, Witnessing the weights of days, years and false pleasure Clear weather and light shall leave all at peace, And healthy wealthy light shall come back again, Looking through the thirsty glass in vain. I have always wondered about our love story, Why did all our love scenes connect with a sad memory? How can coincidence persevere such a victory, Until I discovered my first and last discovery, We , day and night, have lived in blight misery.