The Colors of Our Scars

Oh my lovely girl, 

Wear your colors with pride, 

Like the clouds who wore rainbow, 

After every cry of the rain!

The Moon never knew, 

The beauty of the colors 

For the world always showed up 

To her in black, 

The sun never knew 

The secret of the verses, 

Of every poem written by the poets, 

That were sung during

The literature classes. 

And you, no less than any art, 

Who survive in this world,

With scars of pale colors, 

That were never found in my canvas, 

My paint brush is in love, 

With the unique colors 

Of Nature, you hold, 

And my heart is now jealous, 

Whenever, someone admires, 

You from a distance, 

Let the silence stay alive, 

Until the fate pays a visit

For my poems sung, 

Won't hit your ears,

For your melted heart once fooled, 

Had already reached its grave, 

Even before her death!