A Pinch of Spark
Dark, it stays,
Dark , it grows,
Darkness, only I say
Coz, only darkness it shows.
My thoughts though deep
But, I do think dark,
My life had a grip
But, no bright sparks.
The rainbow of joy,
Nevertheless, I saw
But what I enjoy,
No one seems to know.
Those colourful flowers,
Is the only I could smell,
Those unleashed powers ,
Are mine, I could never tell.
Braille for blind,
Gave me sticks to walk,
But, what about that mind,
Which never thinks or talks?
My powers, my strength,
All proved to be dark,
My ability to glance,
Was taken away, with sudden ray of spark.
My life goes dark as clouds,
Overloaded with only blackish dust,
But, still someone calls loud
To say, brightness is for sure and it is must...
~ Akshaya...
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