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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