GRAY COLOR IS GONE

She stuck at the middle of her dream.
And her eye lashes carried the silver tint.
Cold breeze appraises of the mystic tone.
And her grey color is gone.

She wrote letters to Him.
Bare pages, though meant to her a lot.
Her salted cheeks got dry soon; she is no more lone.
And her grey color is gone.

She stood behind the horizon;
Reversed the color she worn.
Found the blue comfort zone.
And her grey color is gone.

Was there echoes that made her words being melted?
And she discovered a canvas that was long since painted.
Now, her dreams are not broken, eyes are shone.
Because her deep grey color is gone.
 
The writer is a student of Microbiology, Mathematics and
Natural Science Department at BRAC University.