Flows ceaselessly the ink of pain

in scribbles of verse

in lush colors

flies the varied etched designs

..with silver wings of imagination…

It has the redness of the blood

fragrance of the divine love

bleached sometimes

by the soured memoirs

pastels of the past fervor…

As petals velvety scattered

on the piece of life’s paper

 they form a wonderful mural

with a perfect combination!.

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