The Hues

The colours may have been misinterpreted

Their expressions replicated without a soul

Whatever it thinks of being the radiant faces

One who chose the colourings before dawn

Night has different hues to be painted with

True masterpieces and extremely kind

Brushes benevolently applying the colours

Caresses of an artistic kind across the canvas

Bouquets of offerings and celebrations

Open your eyes and view an engrossed life

No worries and hurries over the mundanity

~Amitav