As the master dyer begins his work
The white plays with the darks
Blue then concocts red with self
As if to weave a cloth of stars
With the sun are set my spirits
With the moon the darkness engulfs
Stifled thoughts bubble with force
Question following a serene day erupts
What is gold worth and silver doths
Several years for silver you pined
Happiness found you for a flash and gone
As now you look for gold unmined
The beast began to go berserk again
I gallop and swallow the golden drops
words, now, can hardly reach the gray
I duped life as eyes give in to the sops
As the master dyer begins his work
The darks play with the whites plush
red lazily gives way to the blue
Ah! new day, new avenues for gold rush!
Kya fadhoo likhe ho! Kuch matlab bhi samjha do hum lesser mortals ko
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