I'm dabbling with colours <br />On the canvas of life <br />Searching for the right <br />Strokes to drive <br />The car of my hopes <br />All filled with hay <br />With unarranged strokes <br />Of black and gray <br />where I find no one <br />To bank in times of stress <br />Except for broken images <br />That have more or less <br />Covered my empty canvas <br />With patch work of blue <br />That shows betrayed hopes <br />And life's image and view <br />That wants to uncover <br />The veil from the face <br />Of harsh and cruel life <br />For me to bitterly taste.<br /><br />Seema Chowdhury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unarranged-strokes/
