I'm dabbling with colours
On the canvas of life
Searching for the right
Strokes to drive
The car of my hopes
All filled with hay
With unarranged strokes
Of black and gray
where I find no one
To bank in times of stress
Except for broken images
That have more or less
Covered my empty canvas
With patch work of blue
That shows betrayed hopes
And life's image and view
That wants to uncover
The veil from the face
Of harsh and cruel life
For me to bitterly taste.

Seema Chowdhury

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unarranged-strokes/