A Bewildered Truth Called ‘Life’

Life, never black / white, its always colorful

But never comprehended the colors, never realized the sense of full

Were they red or white? are they green or grey?

So simple the shades, yet so intricate to say

For a moment it feels content with peace in the mind

But swaying away like autumn clouds that one can never bind

Just a faint memory like the droplets falling on thee

In the dreary sight of grime, whatever one could see

Where’s the blossom that I found and nurtured

In quest of independence the tune I set ventured

With nothing seeming to rejoinder my earnest labor

Visioning infinity, as in the rainbow we all savor

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