Colourful Gray Poem by Shreej k.c

On peeking out my window gray,
I saw for a change,
the dusty scene bathed into a vibrant ambience,
faces painted red, green, yellow, golden, silver
hinting at something merrier.
Ah, the festival of colours
splashed all over the street today.

Just when all the colours advanced intermixed
towards me, ready to dart, darken my perception;
my niece flung open the door,
the little mermaid all colourful and soaked.
She grabbed the empty saline bottle I used
to dress my discouraging wound and asked,
'Can I use it as a water gun? '
while putting aside her real and expensive one.

Oh blessed I am, to have the little gems,
this teeny-weeny angel hopping around.
Yes, I am not letting this gray define me
nor letting it turn any blacker.