Let me sing now something new:
My words are just a few,
Lasting words- good for ever,
True, these words uttered but never.

Life does often look like a puzzle-
Clueless mystery almost a riddle
The key is amiss; it still lies,
Down and deep buried in the middle.

Life’s colorful, so full of gaiety
Splash of colors- a celebration of variety.
Complexions all: fair and dark
Diversity becomes Nature’s hallmark.

Bewildering shades with much to view
Right from violet, indigo and blue;
Up to green, yellow, orange and red
Colors are countless as they say,
Yet colors are just sanguine or sad:
Lively and blithe, bright and gay;
Colors can be desolate, dark and gray.

Colors narrate the story of life:
In harmony we grow; our life’s delight;
Cribbing about the worldly strife,
We decay like a captive in mortal fright.

For, Mother Nature, like a great prism of sorts,
Touched with the ray of light Divine,
To beget these countless colors of Life:
Colors that can’t fade or cease to shine!