It was a still, dark night
When the clouds stopped their flight
And began the downpour. With a roar the wind blew
The rain drops in to the room flew
And I began my earth-tour. Very simple is the rest --
I spent my decades in the quest
Of the meaning of fears and valors. Passing is the life-show
‘Know not if the ‘meaning’ would glow
In my romance with brush and colors..
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