Colour to my Dull Picture

I saw him in blue eyes, as he uses his crayon
to colour the dull picture of his canvas,
in which I’m also a character.

He tries putting colour to make it smooth
And erases all the dark spots as he could.

His picture shows a huge crowd,
A crowd of agony and morose
The crowd gave him the crayon
but shoved his cowardice
They wanted to conclude our story,
and slam his bright blue eyes.

He wants me to shine in the picture,
But the crowd sends me back
Telling him ,”she’ll question you on the things you lack.”

He still scrons and holds his crayon in pain
And puts the colour that reaches my vain.

And now the picture is coloured,
As the crayon hides the pain.

But his heart remains dull,
And his tears fall like the rain !

Deboleena