The song I came to sing
remain unsung to this day
Till now I have been stringing
and unstringing my instrument
The words are not set right
rhyme is not perfect
But there is only this agony
of wishing in my heart
I have not seen his face
Nor have I listened to his voice
I have only heard his gentle
footstep from my front door
I live in the hope of meeting him
but this meeting is not yet.
The painting is one of Ravivarma.This painting inspired me to write this poem.
