For me, there is no other track,
The chosen one is only black.
Black in the day and black in the night,
I view my life without any sight.
For me, there is no left no right,
All the direction bare the same plight.
The divine one helps me out,
And walks with me the way throughout.
For me, there is no red no pink,
All the colours are of the same ink.
Playing with colours is not my luck,
Feeling is all life has pluck.
For me, life is all about to feel,
Which has bided my sight in a deal.
My black faith fails to cope,
But I don’t will to lose hope.
The chosen one is only black.
Black in the day and black in the night,
I view my life without any sight.
For me, there is no left no right,
All the direction bare the same plight.
The divine one helps me out,
And walks with me the way throughout.
For me, there is no red no pink,
All the colours are of the same ink.
Playing with colours is not my luck,
Feeling is all life has pluck.
For me, life is all about to feel,
Which has bided my sight in a deal.
My black faith fails to cope,
But I don’t will to lose hope.
Nice poem
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ReplyDeleteHey is it possible for you to remove that spelling test :D :D
ReplyDelete@ Deep....
ReplyDeleteWat spellin test??? I din get u