Colours Of Life

Life,
It is like a walk,
On the same road,
A patterned cuckoo clock.

Doing the same thing,
Over and over again,
Monotonous life,
It is the reign,
Of boredom.

But still,
Life has some value,
It is as,
Blue,
As the open sky.

Grasp your,
Breath,
Spread your wings,
And fly towards the zenith.

Life,
It is not going to end easily,
So don’t give up,
Else you will regret heavily.

Now paint,
The empty space,
With the colours of life,
At your own pace!

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