Did you ever see the true colors of life?
Sometimes I see a rainbow emerging on the horizon,
But it is nothing but an apparition,
A figment of imagination.
For me it has always been bleak,
A colorless picture,
Carrying the burden past and worries of the future,
And leaving the present gasping for breath.
Fools live in paradise
Counting their colored dreams, chasing nothingness.
Life weaves its magic and goes away,
Leaving just the traces around.
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
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