Gasping I ran
They said I was besotted
Forlorn I wept
In voids I sketched
Closed my eyes
Sotto Voce he said
'Run, Run, Run, Miracles lay ahead'
At the portrait I winced
Stood entranced
So full of life
Yet something's dead!
Shivani Agarwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-portrait-16/
