Vision of Life

A lively voice shook me up,
"What is it that you are missing in your life"?
Asked the stout voice,
Missing the colors. Don't know where they went?"
I emitted through a sigh

The voice laughed heartily like a child,
"Where can the colors go?"

The green of greens,
The violet of violets,
The brown of brownie,
The orange of oranges,

Blue of the sky,
Golden of the sun,
White of the moon,
Yellow of the egg.

They have been there for centuries,
And will be there for centuries,
You have to search for it, My Dear!
I opened my eyes in annoyance,
To find the darkness in the voice.

"How do you know", I asked in a stupid hurry,
I was not born like this. I know colors very well,
They make the best of my friends.
I cried at the top of my voice,
At this encounter of my mean self.