Broken Crayons

Scattering of the broken crayons

Some missing, some dusty,     

Some simmering or drying,

Each has a part of hue to add

In the canvas of life.

Vibrants are to dazzle,

Dulls are to fade

Why are some added, still a big question!

Reminiscent of broken crayons,

Scintillating in the canvas of my life.

Taught me lessons,

Found me memories,

Shown me yet reasons to smile

and a way of life.

Some are left,

While some are forgotten.

Some’s hues are erased

Few are the ones chosen,

A handful of broken crayons

Depicting the picture of my life.