The colour

While living my early days
I could hardly utter a word
But colours present in nature enlightened me.
Every colour bought a smile and different images up in head and I created a whole new world there .
Parents gifted me a colour box
They didn't have a idea ,
These colours will bring such a joy to my face.
With time I grew up
Analysing everything I found something really horrific
That terrified my inner artist which was about to born.
I could see how peoples are specific about colours,
From my drawing sheets it went to my skin tone .
Slowly slowly they made me realise your skin tone is only that matters.
Now they're abusing a colour
The day will come when they'll abuse nature, the texture it has , the beauty it encompasses.
What can be more heinous than this ?
A half group of peoples are facing inferiority complex .
Never thought this beautiful colours will create a chatoic environment.
People are ready to kill eachother with no regret
Soon everything will become pale these lovely flowers will be colourless.
The water will lose its colour .
And with time it will lose its meaning
I hope everyone will stand in solidarity with pain and agony.
I had a thought one day I'll bring a canvas I'll paint it as such everyone will see the flow of my colours.
But now my hand are freezed
They are barely in a position to move
Im afraid to move my hand over canvas .
My unfinished painty will remain like that forever
All my thoughts about colours are washed away
Heart wrenching and breathlessness all around..
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