Rhyme No. 19.7

If I could be the rain
Could I project to the other self?
Like the skies that would be connected to earth
without being one

And then which favours of your Lord will you deny?

Since, I'm a bad interpreter
My painting could never portray Your Greatness
And You left my ink colorless
with Your Greace
with Your Greace

If time shall never entwine my hope
I pray for Him
to grant my wish
to grant my wish