I dipped the paint-brush in my reverie.
And found our pictures in the gallery.
Colours that lit us whenever we blushed-
forever I have framed in memory.
I dipped the paint-brush in my reverie.
And found our pictures in the gallery.
Colours that lit us whenever we blushed-
forever I have framed in memory.
Chameleon hides in plain sight
for its prey hovers somewhere.
And to survive others’ might
amusing colours it wears.
Like we who often take charge
of those who are presumed weak.
But as quick to camouflage
when the steps of success seek.
When in fear we disappear-
and incognito appear.