AN UNTOLD SECRET

Beauty of The Nature,

Too is jealous,

Of her in my painting.

She, sitting under a tree,

During spring season,

The painting portrayed.

The Nature screamed,

And denied his art,

For the first time.

His soul was restless,

For whom could he console,

His love or The Nature,

The painting still remains,

Unknown, hidden from the world,

Only the sunshine,

Falling into the store room,

Piercing through the window,

Knew the deepest secret,

Of his life!