He has a habit of painting memories,
And he painted the memories inside his heart,
He has a habit of hiding his colours,
And he called them his inner colours…
It often rains inside his heart,
But his inner colours never fade,
It has been months and years,
But he preserves these colours with care…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
Beautiful poem. I Loved the words- inner colour!!
I call life – jindagi ke tang.
Thanks Rekha. Zindhagi Ke Tang
sorry, its zindagi ke rang.
zindagi ke rang 😛