manzar jahangir

The Core Secret - Poem by manzar jahangir

Colour feels like
Sprinkling colours
From colour.
It feels like,
Unfolding the core,
And spreading over

The third colour!
Doth not feel like speaking!
The poor colour;
Doth not know
How the colours
Would change
In their luster!
Core secrets
Are only known
By secret agent.
Who shows his
Miracles, everywhere!

Whithout whom,
Everything is incomplete.
He is to mingle colours,
In colours
And sprinkle
New colours
Then the colours
Will enlighten

The lonely heart
Is full of hopes
One who spreads colours
In the seventh core
And heightened life.
Reason ends to think
O manzar,
How a dyer can mix
Colours in colour?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 14, 2014

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