I am naught but dust
And to dust I have returned
Yet you cover me with
The saffron of my sins
And hang around me
The tinsel that
Littered my room
What is there in these colors
That you find so beautiful?
light combined is white
And thus white is the only truth.
Scattered
5 months ago


3 of them wept:
Ironic heh
Nevermind the poem, the photo is quite decent.
Read some Tagore. It'll make more sense.
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