Absolute nothingness Staring on my easel I gently stroked on the canvas, from my very soul The colour of hope It lacks vibrancy, carries only dimness So much hopelessness! Hope fading! Afraid it might fade away in fullness anticipatingly, I approached for the colour of faith, it was there with all its radiance Spreading smoothly vital on the canvas Further adding the colours of agony and pain Appearing vital but vain There was a desperate want of life! I approached for the colour of life Oh! I was running short of it! Despite of my wit my so short of it! there is absolute nothingness so much lifelessness Despite of such nothingness and lifelessness I compassionately looked, Looked onto my incomplete painting of love! Here I get the inkling, what I have been to You! where You were looking onto me more compassionately You claim that You love me more than my sins much more than my kins with all emptiness and thirst I look up to You waiting for Your final stroke And ultimately I will be blessed.