An Ode To Colour Their Life

You are the colour, who has filled colours to my life,

I do remember when there were only three colours I knew,

One was black the second was white and the other was blue.

All three, were the colours of my sky,

And I was a bird, afraid to fly.

You so patiently gave me wings,

I felt like you are my another sibling

Your words were soft and sometimes harsh too,

How much gentle you can be I had no clue.

You were like the rainbow, after a dreadful rain,

So easily while talking to you I can feel the release of my pain.

Sometimes we think maybe God's heart is made of stone.

Because the people who paint other's canvas forgets to paint their own.

But no canvas is created to be blank,

Things will take time but eventually be yours, being frank.

So, if you find your canvas incomplete,

Don't you dare to call it total obsolete.

Though your canvas is right now perfectly incomplete,

But it's because God is still working on your masterpiece.