DEVOID

 

My life has been nothing but black,
spanning the past fifteen years,
devoid of shades and spontaneity,
much composed of monotony and tears.

 

I can still very well recollect,
the red anger on my father's face,
the moment he got to know,
it was by cheating, I won my first race.

 

I can still very well feel,
the warmth of orange in my mother's hug,
that enabled me to draw every little bit of love,
in her heart for me, in a single tug.

 

I can still very well imagine,
the mystique charm of green in my eyes,
an afternoon nap in the nature's lap, on,
the soft lush grass, amidst numerous birds’ cries.

 

I can still very well visualize,
the infinite expanses of blue in my view,
standing on the shore, facing the sea,
its vastness becomes visibly true.

 

Had he not been my very own brother,
had I not accepted punishment for his crime,
my life wouldn't have been monotonously black,
but filled with vibrant colours and the sounds of chime.