Seven shades
picture my sentience
exploiting
the dollops of delight
along with laments of
a weeping eye.
Up-and-coming streaks
stumble over misery,
passing on
cheery touches
amid blotches of gloom.
My verdant early days
submitted to amorous purple in love.
Watching hours fall,
several hoary spots have built up,
abruptly.
On an unnamed day
I may add up
the total shades of rust
within my being,
within its composite pattern.
Pieces of purple
has gone astray
and all the other hues
the timid yellow, that fiery orange
and the sensitive red
will be merging in dark
forming the ultimate semblance,
at what time my vitality
will be moving into
a desolate milieu
of the dead.
