on the white canvas
a sketch begins
with the foggy images
in the time's creative brain
First the vibrant sun of childhood
then,the lush green juvenile youth
then follows a lenghty path of milestones
stretching till the horizon
the sky colored with emotions,
clouds, with the shades of desires
the loud white thunders of misery
the soothing droplets of colorless love
standing on a barren land, is a person
beside the blue mire of sorrows
gazing far, at the golden light
of the the heavenly mirage
No matter how many colors
No matter what shade
but, The picture called "Life"
is always incomplete
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