yellow dies
as immediate
as sun rises
beauty perplexed
white skin of hers
to ignite
with romantic solution
as if ablaze fire
opposing to lick such
smothering palate
whether painting drawn or undone
dying color
not of its match
sun raiding with notorious beams
as immediate as paper filled
with sounds and serenity
thought brought to illustrate nude
yellow vanish
only a layer of burning passion
finished its final beautification
Pranab k c
21/12/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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