A blank canvas, a blank mind,
Devoid of images, colours hard to find.
Thoughts streaming in and out,
Darkness all around.
Shall I find hope?
I doubt.
A rainbow overhead and pastures beneath,
A cortege carrying a dead, covered with a beautiful wreath
A breathtaking visual versus stark reality,
Agony interspersed with beauty.
A naked child crying for food on the street,
A wedding procession with many a dancing feet.
Shades of life, either black or white,
Each incomplete without the other.
Like the warp and weft of a cloth woven tight,
One alternates another!
I dream of a world where all are happy,
Where no one is poor and no work petty.
Where sadness is a word unknown,
No tears, only seeds of smiles are sown!
About the Author
Archana Desai
Member Since: 28 Jan, 2014
A poet and author, Archana Desai has been writing since 2010.What started as a casual expression in form of a few lines gradually developed into a full fledged passion for writing. She has written for the Chicken Soup series-Indian Mother's Soul. She...
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