White Canvas

By Ms Karan

Sitting in the corner n Watching the Life playing with colors,

A canvas was Sad being White.

A wish to be like a rainbow or roaming like a Buterfly,

always left her Quite.

One day sitting n cursing herself,a Ray of light from Heaven strike her.

That left with all her desire come true.

Chanting with the Wind,

Blooming n Dabbling with the Daffodills,

As if The most beautiful in this Universe.

As she opened the eyes,a Huge Ghastly face was standing next,

Torn the Brush n Splash the Colors on ground.

Took her along and gifted to his House,

Hanging on the Big wall,ever the best Carved for her.

Fresh Fragnance of Buds,Yellow Flushes from the corner,

Enhances the Beauty,As if every Entity is her Slave

But still she is Weeping.

Looking for her Beloved Master,

The Brush with Colors that Enlightened her Soul.