Canvas
Canvas
You were the canvas of my life
All my colors were to be there
The brush I used was of poor quality to
hold the hues for longer time
The colors were adulterated to leave any imprint
Now the faded painting is waiting to be thrown
or kept as a memoir
As a clutter or a discarded item
How the bliss of bringing the canvas to
my home was stealthily eroded
With tarnished images
Apparition of moments and memories
Inconsolable, pitiable indeed!!