GLEAMING COLORS

Fragrance of colors is pragmatic,

Uniform thoughts impair his ethic,

He uses his brooms to obliterate pessimistic,

When there is nothing to give a wide berth his epitome

Sometimes they acknowledge and steep their foots,

Sometimes their presence sauces uncertain faces,

Their nights are in a world of demolish,

Where everything stalks to incredible colors

Why colors left their legacy onto debatable face?

Is there any conviction for their untamed life?

Why they unfurl the tenderness of consideration?

Are they discerning their obnoxious nature?

Every time they unfurl the tranquility of tenderness,

But impotent their cause of being into existence,

Even tears of life cannot demolish their restraints,

So why they fill the life without any hostile