As I take my brush and splash it on the canvas
The color spreads all over it with a pattern new
Looking at them I wonder how beautiful they are
Red,yellow,orange,purple and Grey with different hue
I run my brush to and fro all around
Listening to my hearts symphonic sound
It gives a touch of splendor to my soul
And making my thoughts to revolve
Wind blows with ease and strikes me gently
I try to fill the canvas with my love apparently
But still something is missing in this painting
Even in midnight this mystery keeps me haunting
As the seasons change with a sheen on her face
I realize those were the shades of the olden days
Thus tears cascade from my eye
Ask the colors why do they lie...
Author:- Karan
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