An empty canvas is a horrible thing,
So I spun it into a masterpiece
That drowned the emptiness in a galaxy
Poked with stars.
An empty page is a broken mansion,
So I adorned it with words of my own
That swarmed the mansion with colors,
And the rainbow dimmed in its presence.
An empty ribcage is a waste of bones,
So I hung the pictures of whom I cherished,
And painted my own faiths inside my ribcage
With a brushstroke extending from my heart.
The world always shows me an ocean full of contradictions
But I always dive deeper
To witness the beautiful seabed.
The writer is a grade 11 student of Birshreshtha Noor Mohammad Public College.