Today, she is feeling very restless
As if autumn has touched her heart
It meanders in her veins
And flows on a paper
Words after words
Emboss on her wandering mind
Thoughts that distracts her
Shuttle through the
Avenues of doubts
She is really trying hard
To control this mindless wandering
Colors have become her savior
She is trapped in her cage
But her brushes gallop
On a wet paper, finding beauty
In its different shades.
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