That Color Is Pure Poem by Jannatul Merry

If you can, then erase the color
by magic stick
As like fitted an automatic psychical wire in my neurons
I hear about colorful hope though I t's breaks my contemplation.
When I looked my side or behind
Seen wide pine and debdaru forest
sunbeam gets divide in uncountable pieces in there, then goes back.

I have seen some poor people's dream stops to a bag of relief, seen in front of eye became waste a young boy's decorative tomorrow.
My Vision lacerates the dark, stuck at lamp of camp
In angular distance's star and
black hole's inner side
Both of similar to me
Once I study diameter of my sight.

Please erase from the longest Weald, five hundred day's morning
freeze dew.
You Sent so many letters
address was unchanged
If you make me to read thousand times same direction
Who's fault?
Now I am just empty
Wherever I look only see my own reflection.