I am Sitting in this world of colors….
Where, my life is just a painting….
and painters are these colors…
I am sitting in a passage…
might be made of the glass…..
Someone throws the colors…
.and paints my painting….
If he throws the red, its all red…if white, it is white…..
I kill my people, cheat my people and also,
I die for these so called my people…. Reason is colors….
Then I cry….. the colors change…so do I …
Then, who am I? Whats my color?
Then I go deep….. I find layers of colors…
which were thought as ‘mine’ , one day by me…
Dead colors…for which I killed and cheated….living ones…
Deep down , when all layers are gone, I search for my color…..
To my surprise, there I find a color..sitting silently…
The color is, Love……
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