Empty Void

By Sheema Kumhar

In the tranquil night, with eyes so dreamy and lonely,

A quiet form stands, holding empty canvas, looking for something homely.

Brush in numb hands, trying to illustrate anew,

But colours stumble, devoid their true hue.

Lonely figure which lacks sentiments to paint,

Realised it, because it’s soul was fully taint.

By Sheema Kumhar