A Poor Painter

A poor painter –
building the world only for him –
won’t paint people’s world.
That is why he is so impoverished.
A beautiful woman –
crouching down her body –
is looking for a crack
to get in his tiny world.
How small are you –
Trying to come into my world;
A bird nest that is too small even for me?

An obscure poet who
fills his empty mind
with his own world,
Is a poor painter.
Fill your void with me fully.
Perhaps if you can see the people’s world,
you could be still poor but happy.

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