My Colours

Perching in the dark corner, in my room,

I dreamt of the light

It’s bright, its thrive

Colours percolated in my hearth

And painted my colours on my walls

I felt perspired all over

For a moment in that warm

It burned my alive inner blisters

And pained my cankers in that fire

Ha! A soft breeze, did magic

Over my nude mind n body

It blow out, my cinders

And frozen those as stones of ice

I see those colours on those frames

Pink, blue, white and daring red

And sometimes as raven murk

As if in a damn pot hole

It paint and point with those shades

My pathways, to that dream land

Though it slippers and slithers

I feel close to life’s axis

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