As I opened my colour box
Quiet mysterious air swept in
Ah ! Each cake had its own voice
The lighter ones dominated
Unlike the world as its said
And the darker ones
Seemed as if were daughters
Only to be kept in control
As no mistakes could be overlooked
And to remain within boundaries
Or live beyond dreams
Eyes widened if stepped out
Could mingle with the lighter ones
Only with permission to live forever
And not to return home
Suddenly the view was replaced
A beautiful miniature life crept in
She screamed
“Wow! Can I paint my imagination “
“Can I make the canvas mine”
“Of course you can “
For the smiles of nature knows no bounds
The society however influences the soul
It’s upto us whether we set parameters
Or let the wings flow.
Ketki Jalan
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