Colourless Colour
/Colours were in plenty
To be splashed on a spotless
Wall, ashen layers were
Scoured waiting for
An avatar, expectations being
High none made an impact
With the thought of slicing
The creations, each one
Was awaiting for a piece
That evinced its frequency
To awe the eyelashes.
Without an iota of thought
A simpleton drenched into
The colours, a mirage of
Rainbow thawed the canvas,
Each drop forms a layer
Of thought for the infinity,
The neat fountain veined into
The thoughts of uncertainties,
A disciplined disciple of none
Exploring the unknown boundaries
Of unexplored realms of the formless.
By Orlando Blake
From: India
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