Bright orange, dark maroon,
Shady red, yellow golden
Different colours, these tiny
These beauties in life garden.
That yellow one entices you
And you run to catch
But then her swiftness
A human hand cannot match.
Still you run after her
Trying to match the skill
And she keeps hopping around
Much against your will.
She doesnt give up nor you
Till your breath gives way
Victorious, she sits on top of you
"Come on! catch me, if you may"
1 comment:
This is the way we run... after these materialistic pleasures... we get sum ... yet we r not quenched... yet we want more n more n more.... yes... the colors are attractive... yes the promises are attractive... yet they r hollow...
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