some in buds,
other already full-blown,
are flaunting the colour.
tapestries, painted
with the hand of the young girl.
at the stall, crowd.
they are admiring the real,
natural flower.
the beautiful painter doesn't know
that for her, here they came.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes the person especially young female is more attractive than her art. Nice poem Maria. Regards Naseer