Color represents who we are, infinite variations
Made from the same human mold, imagine a world without it
The tiny speck of color standing out in the backdrop of black
Would disappear, but for light, the source of it all
Chasing darkness is its hobby, the two can never meet
Where one is the other cannot live, the monotony
Of light is broken up, into colors, for our enjoyment
It slips even into dreams, the mind holds the pallette
While an inner light brings it out, the journey can be colorful
All the way to the end, beyond the reach of even light
It isn’t death, which is colorless, it cannot be seen or painted
Life is color, its shades are uncertain, but a picture may be painted
