Life is a Pageant of Colours

My face is a visible reflection of life

In its different hues painted by an invisible brush;

Each stroke of colour symbolizes the small

Steps of my chequered journey of life;

The red colour on my face doesn’t make it

Beautiful like the morning sun nor is it

A reminder of sweetest kisses of my Sweetheart; rather this colour is permanent

Because vagaries of life have slapped me

Hard umpteen times;

I have faced many blues without counting-

Some of them were bolt from the blue;

Though I never thought that the colour blue

Would be embossed in indelible ink forever;

But I don’t regret anymore as

Life Is a pageant of colours, ultimately.

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