Yesterday morning,
The Cupboard, I was cleaning
When I found an old box
And I found my memories back....
And I found
Some dried colour-bottles,
Broken brushes, palates and pencils.
They looked at me,
Smiled and asked silently,
“Have you noticed?
Look here-
The bottles are dried
But the colour is there...”
- Janhavee
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