The Canvas

I’m painting a picture, vivid enough to cure blindness
The colors are right, the colors are bright; 
Or should I go black and white?
Moon-kissed skin claiming for the dominance; 
Sun-kissed skin battling for the balance
It's not fate when you fall for the bait, 
But it's never too late to be the great.
Your scars, like stars, will shine when it's dark. 

The lust murdered the love;
The god's blood smelled money; 
The viper was still alive focusing;
To inject the”money-venom".
They said loudly and proudly,
The money rules the world
No, never !! 
The money fools the world
Dreams need no wings to fly;
Destiny need no luck to occur;
 Sadness needs no tears to prove.
 If time stood still,
 The Melodies wouldn’t 've been sweet. 
                                                                   If fate was alive and real
                                                                   We would've been a joke.

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