A thousand colours - Deepak Salwan

 A thousand colours 

Dappled sunlight filters through and makes her glow,

As you feel her , breathe her in, she urges you to go slow, 


She’s a riot of colours and yet, so placid is her charm

She’s cold and yet ,her embrace so comforting, so warm,


The crispness of her days and the nip in her air,

Lambent glow Of the candles and a piano playing somewhere,


Ephemeral are moments with her but till eternity will last this affair, 

Then she lets go all her colours and finally lay bare,


She’s a thousand colours tucked under winter’s veil, 

She’s autumn, she’s fall, she’s a never ending tale. 


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  1. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2023 at 7:58 AM

    Very well described... Poet of natural caliber...

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  2. NeetiSeptember 30, 2023 at 10:36 AM

    Deepak, its beautifully written and the last line is just perfect "She’s autumn, she’s fall, she’s a never ending tale"

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    1. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2023 at 10:41 AM

      Thanks Neeti. I truly believe that the stories which have no ends are the most beautiful ones because they live forever.

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