Colors in Happiness

Cloud, puzzling object, ain’t a permanent wall to block the sun
It is just a matter of right or wrong time- Lord! it isn’t any fun.
We are a reason, came empty and through pains we learn
Season is to reason, ‘oppressor or oppressed’ should burn.

Wishful living is blissful being, Earth is planned for all
Man is born free of chain, dungeons are the made wall.
Buried is the truth; orange and yellow’re colors, not gold
Happiness is an abstract, ain’t a cake as spelt and sold.

Flowers are colors in a garden, smiles of the kingdom
Longing only for chosen type, lightens Lord’s wisdom.
Past isn’t a non returning death, rather a lesson to obey
Quest of equity for inclusive living is the need of today.

Repeatedly repeating lies doesn’t make a man wise
Sow the seed of ‘truth and wisdom’ as soon as Lord rise.
Count the countless innocent lives past has withered
Forced to wail in the thorns and still living tethered.