Please give me colours to colour my colourless life,
its been a long time facing all the strife.
I don't know when i saw colours last,
give pace to my life, that's moving so fast, faster than me.
I chose colourless, although i could have used colours,
to colour my colourless life...
Bye feeling this distance from 'colours' lessens the pain in strife...
i woke up in the 'morning', but didn't see the rise,
surprisingly, i was the only one, who either slept late or woke late...
I begged to give colours back to my life, to get the sun,
and live my life, with dark curtains overcome.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem