Taijas Sharma
La Joconde
ô Lisa ! ma Mona, ma Lisa !
I want to see Monalisa.
This is my last wish;
Then i will be back
To you, my grave !
I have already measured my ditch
And nailed my coffin.
The poison’s already working on me,
And the light of the candle was shifting
continuously.
I only hate flowers.
It was long ago
She asked me about her picture,
As ‘La Joconde. ’
Oh ! I promised her instantly.
I asked my master,
‘‘Please provide me the color
Which was used by Leo
When Lisa was being portrayed.’’
He promised me
And let me have Leo’s brush
Instead of her color.
I said ‘‘ Ah, great my master ! ’’
I painted her
For many days,
Forgetting hunger,
Forgetting rest,
Even her presence,
Her caress and her kiss.
One day,
I finished her picture.
Definitely, I was happy,
And I was sure about the happiness
I was going to bring!
Remember that year,
Leo’s Lisa was stolen from the Louvre?
Oh, I was ready
To gift my darling
The best present ever made
In the name of love.
I met her at the library
And asked her to join me
That evening.
‘‘ why ? Ah, sure my chérie!’’
Handing me cognac,
She gave me her most charming smile.
Oh ! my dear,
What a fool I was!
The cognac I thought
What a fortune it only brought!
Alas, but what a poison I drank!
Before I fell, I saw my master
Who was coming around me,
Hailing his big hand.
‘‘ Bonjour jeune homme !’’
He asked for the painting I painted
To fill the space of Leo’s place.
‘‘ Why not, master !’’
I said and let it go from my yes.
The poison,
Like an uncleared, hazy day,
I could fly but could not see the landing.
It took many days and many nights
To hold onto me.
Indeed !
Now i am frail,
I am helpless,
I am crushed, thrashed,
Whipped, and tired.
I gave everything to her,
Everything to the painting.
But for what reason
She wished me for dead ?
‘‘Oh ! Lisa,
My Mona, My Lisa,
Just once,
To be Sure,
I want to see you,
To the place where you desired.
Oh ! Lisa,
My Mona, my Lisa,
To be sure,
I want to see you,
The fire you fired
Upon my funeral pyre .’’
