An Uninspiring Piece of Poetry

They say, life is colourful,
Some say it's Red, does it bleed then?Or does it hurt?
Some say Life has Rainbow colours,What if it's tint less?

The colour it's  filled with fades over time,
turns into pale yellow, does it get white then?
Is white colourless?If so isn't Life colourless?

How does  one paint their lives?
If coated, does it last long?
Do they coat it with bleach?Does it reflect their own faces?
Why is your shadow dark then?
Regardless of your colour, isn't it black?
They say black is not beautiful, do you hate your shadows then?

If colourless is white, isn't your life light?
Isn't it pure? As pure as a marble, peaceful and serene.
But why is it not? Colourless isn't white then...

Published by rekhashivam

Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.

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