Life without colours

Life without colours,
was like love without roses.
Dreams without a motive,
Heart without feelings.

Human spirit was what,
gave reasons to people,
to smile and brighten,
their day with hue as affable,
and gentle as the kiss,
of the growing sun every morning,
towards afternoon, to dusk,
and then to let stars dine.
If you wait once and see,
then all this seems like,
a painting. As if an Artist,
named God, had come to draw,
with his kit of colours.

Yet, reasons enough to cherish,
formed for people. They worked,
they ate, they made memories,
with friends. They slept, they woke,
towards a newer day. A hope, 
a dream, a magic they had,
to spring to their lives.
It was all mark of love, 
they had in their lives.
They smiled, they laughed,
fell in pitfalls and stood up.
Went through difficult situations, 
and were still willful to live.
It was a life, so much beautified,
with human spirit. 

Every colour had its significance,
Be it dampness or glory,
they were experiences to tally,
in this life that was a blessing.

Life without colours,
wouldn't have been.
If it was there,
then it wasn't life,
in its real meaning.
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Gagandeep Singh Vaid

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