Alas! Water is blind,
My love drank all the colors from it.
The lake in her eyes is only visible to me, because I drank from same water.

So, "she says love is blind to men."
Not knowing, the truth of lake
and the stars that spies in reflection.

Not knowing, The universe was hidden in blind form and exposed the love to lake from which she drink the drops of soothing tears, which cry the song of love.

Too much of nectar is awaiting honey
to make this lake a sweet, cold and clear raspberry.

Artist do not fear the blindness,
This art of love gifts eyes to nature.
Everything sees through such eyes
and blind becomes bold and blindness naive.



© AnasHusain