Two sisters live in a family,
one thousand miles away at a place
of historical land of Harappa,
a grand old house of civilization.
Two sisters are beautiful,
each one has a tender face and black hair.
They have radiant galore in the mists of eyes,
they have visions in searching souls
with love spectrum and rolling sprinkle of features.
One sister is an art creator,
other one is an economic mystic angel.
Both are weird with moral vent
to love and let us love in a friendship frames,
and in its design, they are rising in solemn beauty.
The youthful painter once appears
on my computer screen, and tells,
“My sister tells me about you.”
-“Yes, I love art and your art creation,
I write poetry and want to recognize
your colored canvas, you have painted
your works with maturity
with your master strokes of colored jewels.
I have told that to your sister.”
-“Yes, I am an artist, I love my sister,
she is my friend and in this world
I am her friend, and year after year
we live in this family and in this house.
She is always joyful and enjoys deeply
as my marriage is coming near.
I am a painter to establish
what beauty has its gain in worldly creation
and devotion.” she says.
“Good, your sister is an angel,
both of you are most junior to me
but you all have some sense of dream
that reminds my youthful days
to fill humor and wits in all produces.”
-“Yes, she is my pretty applauded
and prudent sister,
with a good sense to praise all
that she finds on this earth and above in the sky,
and here we stay as one ring of honesty and love,
so I love her, and she loves me, too.
and I will miss her when I go out in my in-law’s house.”
-“Good, I find one family here on this earth,
and this family is bounded by parents
and all children are living in confirmed content
and good reign of tenderness of parents.
I am proud of your parents
who are sublime to all controls
with jingled bells and freedom on the same deck.
So you live together so many years
in love and in a family bondage
that gives you all happiness and courage.” I say.
There is a silence on her side,
I am waiting and waiting….
“What are you thinking of?” I say
-“There is a white canvas before me,
I have to paint it, I have to create
my imagination on it, I am thinking that.”
-“Yes, you are free; please take your time.”
-“Good, I admire you, respected Sir.”
O my creative woman,
with bliss your life is in full bloom,
you are going to be married
your husband will be proud of your joyous mind,
and your perception is still in power of creation
that God has given you,
and you have your own presence on this earth
and you are bonded in your present glory
of love and life where you will walk in romance
on your husband’s romantic pray.
We are only workers of this law,
we are only union of this dream,
we are only flowing with our home,
we are dreaming of our beloved ones,
thus you both sisters live as friends in a family with love.