The World As A Canvas

I grew up thinking
the world as the canvas
Where I can throw paints of all shades.
Mesmerized by its beauty,
I felt indebted.
And went out to pay it back.
Brighter the shades, the better it is...
To bring smiles to the gloomy faces.

I unveiled the shades
Hidden deep inside me.
With the brightest shade,
I started my journey...
The gloomy faces lit up in joy.
I unveiled another shade...
And again the magic spreads.

As I was walking down those territories,
the shades were leaking...
Lifting the lives of the needy.
I kept pouring until the last man
bath in the rain (of shades).

Little did I know that the beauty is
what catches evil's eye...
In no time, those shades faded.
The demon swallowed the
mesmerizing beauty.

Again the gloomy days popped...
Yet the rays of hope atop.
I grew older realizing
the world as the canvas
Where the demons paint it with
BLACK BLACK BLACK.