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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