Colours Of Love Poem by C. P. Sharma

Paint brush was in my hand

White canvas was in front

I sat aghast for hours

My mind was void and blunt



All paints were by my side

But the mind was unaware

All Imagination had chilled

Eyes were still and stared



The fingers were numbed

The colours never filled

Short an angel appeared

My heart with love thrilled



The senses came alive

The void disappeared

Fingers moved on the canvas

Colours of love appeared



Jet black were her hair

Marigold on her hairdo

Rosy red her cheeks

On her face the joy strew



In her eyes dreams divine

On her lips the pearly smile

Diamond pin on her nose

In her looks there was no guile



Wrapped in blue green sari

She walked to me with grace

Her bosom swelled with love

We had the first embrace



Now, I mix new colours

New pictures I do paint

Words now have new meaning

Come flowing without restraint