a sketch

in a colourless ambience

someone is drawing a sketch 

on the sand, 

hoping to save the portrait 

from the insolent gusts 

of wind,

from the naughty splashes 

of waves,

hoping some feet will stop here

for a moment, 

some eyes will behold it 

for a moment, 

and the drawing will be filled

with the colours of hearts filled 

with love—

the skeleton will be enlivened with 

lively flesh and running blood.

someone is hoping 

to fill up a colourless spot 

with the colour of love

someone is sketching.