![]() She paints in blues Azure , aqua and turquoise too. One day an onlooker Gave her red She keep staring at the proposal Should I use it ? How would it look ? Will it spoil ? or Will it look too good ? She dipped the tip of her brush In the crimson red And ran the strokes right to left Twilling the canvas in utter joy. The onlooker next day saw And was dazed He gave her another bottle This time it was ochre yellow and haze gold. She splashed the canvas in new roles It was a routine A new bottle everyday The joy grew and grew The thrill too. Fellow smiles Were now long chuckles Hearty conversations She was happy again He gave her a little chance Until it was turn of black But this time he didn't give her the black She took it herself from the memory shelf Standing infront of the lively art She gushed the spills of the dark Yes, its life I preferred only blues Why crimson reds, ochre yellows, lush greens It had been black and blue Now can't wait for another you Turn it black again too. She splashed the water canvas melted It was now all bizarre Ran the havoc inside out No crimsons No yellows No ochres Let it only be blues -Sahiba
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