When I spread colors on canvas
I see the colors of life
Some faint, some dark
Some leave no mark,
My picture depicts
An end-less journey,
The dawn,the birth of a day
The dusk,the end of life
The shadows are the pains that we hide,
The color-less portion is the loneliness
Which no one can share,
But one has to bear
This fact remains for years
And can be expressed by tears
With tears in my eyes
I keep spreading, the colors on canvas.
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