Self Portait
Background of seemingly fatal darkness,
Keeping the secrets longed to be unfolded,
Mirror it is of charcoal days that have faded,
long way back,yet somber,vague,hopeless.
Each line prevails that of pain of misery,
from never ending strokes of felicity,
modified by faith,trust and melancholy,
making an image not of misfortune but of tranquility.
