Beautiful Colors, spreading,
The life lessons, taunting.
There is something melting,
The very idea belting.
You can say or write,
Severe things in might.
Because there is no white,
Nor there is any light.
Black is so charming,
So doubting, so sobbing.
Her presence is full of darkness,
Leading everybody into blankness.
A small note on her structure,
Shapeless top and baseless juncture.
Huge property bounded,
Here and there things mounted.
A portion to taste,
The torture and the waste.
Whenever eyes meet,
Death becomes so neat.
I wonder her management,
Having plans of no engagement.
Her life is full of segments,
Yet her sister concern’s arrangement.
Dedicated to Her sister.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 16/09/2017
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